Yesterday’s insight-driven train of thought pulled a trilogy of personal vulnerabilities into a station where yesteryear’s emotional storehouse of baggage is still in need of being methodically unpacked so that my intelligence can get to work mending the Great Divide that tore my self esteem into two opposing parts at the age of three, suggesting that two Annies, one as Consciously courageous as the other proves Subconsciously fearful, have taken turns controlling my mind, spirit and body, and now that both have grown to care so much about one another’s welfare as to work as a unit toward knitting together the frayed edges of their boundaries so as to make good use of the years that lie directly ahead by asking my therapist to guide me to piece together a quilt made of insights, concerning the interrelated nature of my vulnerabilities, in which my peace of mind can unwind, relax and reflect over a life well lived ... and what, I ask, can be a more healthily productive way to approach this fourth stage of my life than to envision my wholesome self weaving strength born of self love into each aspect of self healing, which proves in need of being more fully absorbed ...
As to the third aspect of the trifecta of awarenessss indicated within the title of today’s post, vulnerability number three was added to yesterday’s train of thought, this morning, after I awakened feeling intuitive need to backtrack, at which time a third personal weakness slipped into my line of vision alongside of the original two, so in hopes of having challenged your curiosity to arise, you’ll find the completed trifecta in the post previous to today’s.
Wach time the interrelated nature of this highly personal trifecta of vulnerabilities comes in first, second and third, my self worth, comes in, not only last but lame. And so, having clarified the existence of this trifecta, we can clearly envision exactly what has been in need of change for the betterment of my self esteem, beginning at the tender age of three at which time my fear of a loved one’s death and my undeveloped connection to self worth formed the tag team that still is empowered to puncture my spirit and pummel my inner strengths into pulp until my connection to personal safety goes down for the count ...
As today’s insight driven train of thought serves as an addendum to the post penned yesterday, I feel hopeful that each of these astute awarenesses will empower my think tank to lead my vulnerabilities toward healing from experiencing the episodic nature of PTSD, repeatedly, by directing my intelligence (without shadows of self doubt dimming my way) toward engineering my processor’s absorption of self esteem so strengthened as to beckon my spirit to ascend out from whatever is left of my deeply troubled, many layered subconscious tunnel so that my self worth will no longer stumble into yesteryear’s cavernous darkness where undeserved guilt born of human vulnerability has caused me to hang my head in shame, unnecessarily ...
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