It’s My Life..
One of the most wonderful things about my life now is that when people read or hear what my childhood was like they say things like, ‘I never knew’ or no one would ever think that you went through all that. If this were not the case I couldn’t be a Life Coach. I can coach because I know what it takes to change my life. Trust me, this does not make me a saint. When I started to look at the ‘horrible’ things in my life I felt I had no choice but to work through them. The alternative was unthinkable!
If I wanted to be happy again, really happy, I had to forgive, let go, change the way I think and drop many limiting beliefs I had about my life and what I thought my ideals were. In short I had to drop my stories that I had attached to everything in my life I thought was bad. Was this hard? Oh heck yes! Was it worth is? Absolutely. Can you do it? I have no doubts!
Pain is a very weighty thing to carry around. Pain causes you to have certain reactions to things. It colors the relationships you have; it can influence the decisions you make. You may feel that your pain really isn’t that big or significant but if it is pain it is stopping you from finding complete peace and happiness, I know! I know that you probably know too but we get used to it, it becomes part of our life and we think it’s ok. You won’t know how much it affects you until you don’t have it anymore.
My brother, 8 years older than me abused me in many ways when I was growing up. For years afterwards I blamed my mother for knowing what was going on and just allowing it to continue. I wrote a whole story around it for a long time. She should have done something, she obviously didn’t care, she should have called the police and had my brother removed from the house. She let me down, she failed me, it’s no wonder I have issues!
With that story who was I? I was angry, indignant, frustrated and often very sad. Who am I today without that story? I am happy, I love my mother, I am peaceful and content. I rewrote the story; all my ’should’ comments denied reality; my mother should have stopped it. What was the reality? She didn’t! Reality is truth and I love the truth. Keeping the story of what should have happened gave me years of misery. Accepting reality, forgiving and letting go has given me peace and happiness. Try it!
