Posts tagged ‘healing process’

Restoration

Monday, September 10th, 2007

“You do yourself an injustice by not seeing yourself as a whole person.”

Lynn had me role play this week. She was sheena and I was the therapist. This was all in response to my own voice of judgement telling me that I am “damaged goods”

How do you judge someone? More accurately, how do you measure someone’s character. Not by what has happened to them. Perhaps some judge by what you do. You know, actions speak louder than words. That sort of thing.

We rarely measure a person’s character by what has happened to them. Perhaps by how they have endured and what they have now become.

We live in an age of opportunity and choice. So if you want to be damaged goods, than by all means embrace that and let it be your definition.

But if you want to thrive pass your circumstances and victimization, you have to take on a new role all together.

If you must seek restoration, restore yourself. You do yourself an injustice by not being whole.

Christianity also perpetuates this mindframe of “damage.” We are indoctrinated to believe from birth that we are sinners. We don’t measure up. Only by grace do we have a chance. I’m done carrying the weight of Eve’s selfish choice. I may have been born into a sinful world but my mother didn’t birth damage.

Today I am whole and restoring myself. My choices may be wrong, immature or hurtful but the essence of my self is energy. Sin does not reside in energy.

Today I am taking on myself again and not my circumstances, voices of judgement or christianity’s Eve.

Today I will be fully Sheena. I don’t go by any other name

Restoration

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

“You do yourself an injustice by not seeing yourself as a whole person.”

Lynn had me role play this week. She was sheena and I was the therapist.

This was all in response to my own voice of judgment telling me that I am “damaged goods”

How do you judge someone? More accurately, how do you measure someone’s character. Not by what has happened to them. Perhaps some judge by what you do. You know, actions speak louder than words. That sort of thing.

We rarely measure a person’s character by what has happened to them. Perhaps by how they have endured and what they have now become.

We live in an age of opportunity and choice. So if you want to be damaged goods, than by all means embrace that and let it be your definition.

But if you want to thrive pass your circumstances and victimization, you have to take on a new role all together.

If you must seek restoration, restore yourself. You do yourself an injustice by not being whole.

Christianity also perpetuates this mind frame of “damage.” We are indoctrinated to believe from birth that we are sinners. We don’t measure up. Only by grace do we have a chance.

I’m done carrying the weight of Eve’s selfish choice.

I may have been born into a sinful world but my mother didn’t birth damage.

Today I am whole and restoring myself.

My choices may be wrong, immature or hurtful but the essence of my self is energy. Sin does not reside in energy.

Today I am taking on myself again and not my circumstances, voices of judgement or christianity’s Eve. Today I will be fully Sheena. I don’t go by any other name.

Keeping it In

Monday, November 20th, 2006

Nate called today. I’m sitting in Arena Theater doing odd task and he calls and I find myself crying on the phone. The last time I cried a tear was on my way to the airport. I had never known silence to be so painful. And before that, I do not remember. I cried in the hotel with Lydia as she told me not to tell myself poisonous lies.

Somewhere there will beauty in this breakdown too. I just can’t see it yet.

Nate called and some things that he said were,

“You gotta SAY something”
“I don’t know how many shells I gotta break before I get through to a place where you will hear me”
“Open Up”

All those things about vulnerability, and letting others in…all those things that come when you can trust and feel safe.

And there’s nothing more that anyone can do. I know that Nate is there. I know that Mr. Officer does all he can to take care of me. I know my family would do anything for me. I know there are places where I can be..such as this theater right now. Its something within me that’s preventing it all. And I suppose that it frustrating to others. And they see me fall, they say, “Why doesn’t she just call? Why doesn’t she ask for help?” “Why didn’t you tell me,” Shaton asked, Sherry asked. So many asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

And I have no answer. And I don’t know how many shells there are. I just kept building wall after wall. And I thought I was breaking them down one by one but at some point, things shifted and I started building them up again.

I dont feel safe and maybe that’s why I have such an urge to just go home. I can always start over at home. I like that.

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