Post by Leese on Apr 29, 2005 22:46:53 GMT -5
Hello All,
I'm up late, sick to my stomach over an issue at work, and found myself unconsciously scratching at my face. So instead of indulging in this pastime of self mutilation, I logged on to this wonderful board to indulge in the wisdom shared by all you fine folks.
I've come to realize that any tangible emotion, be it fear, anxiety, happiness, boredom, anger, love causes me to go into the comfort of the trance like state that picking offers. I focus on what I'm picking at, so I don't have to focus on what's picking at me.
I think perhaps it offers a way not to deal with things. At the same time, it allows me to feel as horrid on the outside, as I do on the inside. More proof that I'm unworthy.
I read a book by Louise Hay - Heal Your Body: The Mental Causes for Physical Illness and the Metaphysical Way to Overcome Them - that acne or any form of it is the body's eruption of self hatred. I don't know if this holds true for anyone else, but I know in my case that bell rings true.
I look at things from so many different angles. Things that another would simply shrug and pass off .. I ponder, and ruminate, looking at every facet like a jeweler would a fine diamond.
I scrutinize myself in this fashion as well ... every flaw is magnified, every humiliation replayed, every self doubt resounds in my head, bouncing off the walls of my brain, and reverberating insult after raucous insult.
I've had enough of dealing with life in this fashion and I am ready and willing to do whatever it takes to end this self defeating behavior.
I glean that in order to do this, I must first and foremost begin to deal with the emotions I feel. Not run from them, nor put them at stay ... but to actually go through the process of feeling them, and dealing with them, until I break clean with an actual outcome.
I've heard that what we bury, just grows bigger. It's frightening to step foot into the fire filled furnace and go through the flames of feeling/dealing with emotion. Still, it must be done to get to the other side. At least I'll be making a move and can flail or fly of my own accord.
Sitting, picking, worrying and fretting has hindered my life to such a degree; I look the enemy in the face and find that my enemy is me.
Ah, forgive my blathering on .. I am but a battle scarred survivor, marching frontline, in life's cruel war. I do intend on slaying my own personal dragon(s).
Thanks to all of you for such great insight, and the feeling of comradery through our self inflicted trials. Your words have made a difference ... I have hope ... thanks from the heart!
There are no mistakes,
no coincidences. All events are blessings
given to us to learn from.
- Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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I'm up late, sick to my stomach over an issue at work, and found myself unconsciously scratching at my face. So instead of indulging in this pastime of self mutilation, I logged on to this wonderful board to indulge in the wisdom shared by all you fine folks.
I've come to realize that any tangible emotion, be it fear, anxiety, happiness, boredom, anger, love causes me to go into the comfort of the trance like state that picking offers. I focus on what I'm picking at, so I don't have to focus on what's picking at me.
I think perhaps it offers a way not to deal with things. At the same time, it allows me to feel as horrid on the outside, as I do on the inside. More proof that I'm unworthy.
I read a book by Louise Hay - Heal Your Body: The Mental Causes for Physical Illness and the Metaphysical Way to Overcome Them - that acne or any form of it is the body's eruption of self hatred. I don't know if this holds true for anyone else, but I know in my case that bell rings true.
I look at things from so many different angles. Things that another would simply shrug and pass off .. I ponder, and ruminate, looking at every facet like a jeweler would a fine diamond.
I scrutinize myself in this fashion as well ... every flaw is magnified, every humiliation replayed, every self doubt resounds in my head, bouncing off the walls of my brain, and reverberating insult after raucous insult.
I've had enough of dealing with life in this fashion and I am ready and willing to do whatever it takes to end this self defeating behavior.
I glean that in order to do this, I must first and foremost begin to deal with the emotions I feel. Not run from them, nor put them at stay ... but to actually go through the process of feeling them, and dealing with them, until I break clean with an actual outcome.
I've heard that what we bury, just grows bigger. It's frightening to step foot into the fire filled furnace and go through the flames of feeling/dealing with emotion. Still, it must be done to get to the other side. At least I'll be making a move and can flail or fly of my own accord.
Sitting, picking, worrying and fretting has hindered my life to such a degree; I look the enemy in the face and find that my enemy is me.
Ah, forgive my blathering on .. I am but a battle scarred survivor, marching frontline, in life's cruel war. I do intend on slaying my own personal dragon(s).
Thanks to all of you for such great insight, and the feeling of comradery through our self inflicted trials. Your words have made a difference ... I have hope ... thanks from the heart!
There are no mistakes,
no coincidences. All events are blessings
given to us to learn from.
- Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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