The next time you are out and about, look around you at all the faces or even the ones on TV.
Every face is a little different and every face has a different story. That amazes me. We are all in this world together, but we all have our own unique story to live.
Your Mom and Dad have their own story. They have to live it the best they can. Some of their decisions have an impact on your life too. Let’s say that your mother’s life took her in a new direction, away from you. You will have to deal with her part in your life for the rest of yours.
Our minds are all different and we lay the guilt on ourselves. We are not at fault, but we have the guilt.
The mind is a vast and amazing thing. It even tells us what to think, we do not tell it.
You have a story to live and even your brothers and sisters have a vastly different story than you do.
I look at all the people in the world like they are bicycle wheels. Millions of wheels going in all different directions with seemingly no destination in mind. But, they all do. Sometimes a wheel or two might roll along right next to our wheel for a while. Some vere off and sometime later meet up with us again. This may repeat many times. Some wheels may be beside us for what seems like a lifetime. Different lives going the same way each with their own story and reasons.
A lot of our time we roll along feeling like we are all alone. Our minds tell us that. But, we are never alone. People or wheels, other stories are right beside us in the fog.
“WE” have to tell our minds what stories are out there and we are going to find them. We can stay confused and in the fog with no idea how we even got there, or we can start coming out of the fog until it gets thinner and thinner and lighter. The fog is lonely and quiet. When it thins out it gets brighter and noisier and that scares us. We like the fog and hate it both at the same time.
Sometimes, we ride with a wheel that takes us steadily out of the fog and we are OK with it. And even when our minds are screaming at us to stay in the fog we have to pull our minds along like a ton of bricks. We can do it! We have to train our own brains. Like any part of the body that gets injured we have to work at getting it to function again. So amazing!!
If you think that you should find a therapist, you should. Especially if you think you have PTSD or something like it. Your fight or flight has taken over your mind and is holding you there. You can tell it “Nope, not staying here.”. You have the rest of your life to see. Stay curious.
Your past is exactly that. The Past!! It is in that dense fog and does not want you to see the other stories or the light.
Find another wheel to ride with even if you have to ride attached to the other wheel for a while. You were put on this ride for a reason even when you think there is no reason.
Any other wheels that have a shorter story or just away from us wants us to live our story to the end and some day it will make sense to all of us.
There are a whole bunch of light out there. No matter how hard or broken the ride is, you need to patch your wheel up and paint it purple. OK, maybe not purple, but bright and show the other wheels you are in control and not your damaged and patched mind.
Learn how to finish your story and be proud of yourself.
I have learned and am still learning about me and the other people that are maybe having a smoother ride because of me and my story.
It is hard…but, Never give up!!!
A good blog to read is: reflectionsfromaredhead.com Janine Defontaine Tips for living with a mental illness.