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ONLY SANE ATTITUDE TO LIFE

The only sane attitude to life is one of insatiable curiosity.

THE PATH FROM THE INTELLECTUAL TO THE EMOTIONAL

Sanity/recovery is about getting your truth from your head to your heart, from an intellectual concept to an emotional reality. And this transition is only possible through action. Having your truth as an intellectual concept only is useless and as good as a lie.

INTEGRITY, HAPPINESS, RECOVERY, HERAPY

The key to happiness/recovery is integrity. Therapy is only a tool to maintain integrity; nothing more, nothing less.

ATTITUDES TO LIFE

If you only want to make life bearable, adopt an attitude of compromise. If you only want to make life livable, adopt an attitude of acceptance. The only way to make life beautiful is to adopt an attitude of insatiable curiosity.

LIFE

LIFE: choosing life, means accepting that life is difficult, that no one and no thing owes me anything; that it’s up to me to get over my lost childhood and unmet needs; that I am going to go about actively fulfilling my own needs, and allowing others to fulfil them, and that although I lost my childhood and most of my early adulthood, I still have a life to live and I want to live my best life being my best self. I want to be my best self for myself and others so that I can receive their best selves and the best from the universe. And if the best is not forthcoming from others or the universe, then I will be in the best place to handle that.

DEPRESSION

DEPRESSION: being caught between deciding whether to choose LIFE or death. (This is different to clinical depression). In this state, I have spent 15-20 years actively mourning my unmet needs and lost childhood, blaming others for things unmet and lost while waiting for current and past needs to be met and found without actively seeking to meet and find them myself, or allowing others’ attempts at meeting and finding to take place. It’s a limbo, a stuck-ness, a self-inflicted purgatory where I have been the jailed and the jailor, bemoaning my fate while at the same time tightening the handcuffs, securing the bars. It took me this long to escape from the handcuffs and the bars because I spent so much time crying and thrashing, so much time screaming abuse and pleading with the jailor that I did not realise that I was the jailor and the jailed, which not only meant that my jailor self could release my jailed self, but that there were no bars and handcuffs to begin with.