Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.
Najbardziej ogólną wiedzę o człowieku można ująć za pomocą dwu twierdzeń. Wskazują one na to, że celem biologicznym psychiki jest obrona przed rozpadem, a tym, co czyni ją ludzką jest wykraczanie poza wymagania tej obrony.
If a man, holding a belief which he was taught in childhood or persuaded of afterwards, keeps down and pushes away any doubts which arise about it in his mind, purposely avoids the reading of books and the company of men that call into question or discuss it, and regards as impious those questions which cannot easily be asked without disturbing it—the life of that man is one long sin against mankind.
Now let us observe, as an aside, that the desire to be in control of our lives is entirely human; it is hardly irrational. But it can lead to irrational behavior when we are subconsciously manipulated by our self-destructive and self-sabotaging beliefs.
Can I touch the center of my pain? Can I sit with suffering, both yours and mine, without trying to make it go away? Can I stay present to the ache of loss or disgrace—disappointment in all its many forms—and let it open me?
When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation.
When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain.
Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can’t.
That pain just stays in place.
Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly.
That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape.
Although it’s just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything.