Alone we can forgive, and put behind us the things we are aware of,
and as you say it falls away like grains of sand.
But it is the things we are not conscious of thinking and wanting
that make us do crazy things that are self destructive and hurtful to others.
I believe you have made wonderful progress at forgiving on a
conscious level, and again, I am so very very proud of you.
But I want more for you,and now, at this point in your life,
when you are working to be the best you can be,
is the time to get psycho therapy to help you be that,
to overcome the early scripting of bumbling parents,
and make your life truly your own. I think that is our purpose in life:
to overcome the sins of generations visited upon our heads.
I have 60 hours of ed. psychology and counseling classes in the last 6 years,
untold hours "on the couch" and even some "behind the desk"
and I still go to therapy whenever I can afford it because it is an exciting adventure,
and also because. . .
here's a metaphor for you: as I push against the walls of my world
and my understanding they move back for me to see more areas that need work,
more unpleasant habits, more to forgive, more to learn.
I have some really beautiful poems that reflect this,
I will be sending you a booklet of my whole life's poems soon for Christmas,
and you can choose the ones you like best. The wall, is still my favorite.
I am currently seeing a therapist that does hypnotherapy, and it is wonderful.
I have done some work before with others, but this is really
what I've been looking for. It costs $50 an hour, but it is well worth it,
so while I have a little extra cash I am taking advantage of this chance.
You can get it free in college, so for the next four years you have a chance
to push back the walls and take a look beyond what you know and feel now.
You will look back and think how funny it was to be in such a narrow world, and you will look forward and wonder at the immensity of life and eternity.
It’s your time. Oh, how I wish I and taken advantage of it before 20 years of rock hard hurt and stone cold pain cemented my neruosis
into pain and suffering for my children.
See poems in "All the Joy You Can TAke"
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