Occasionally, past memories haunt and break into my present. They stir up old, forgotten, uncomfortable
feelings; bringing sadness, regret, anger, fear, experiences of
discomfort. I can try to push them away
and bury them deeply into my unconscious until the next time they decide to
visit. I can distract myself from them
by filling my day with busyness and activity or I can medicate myself into
forgetfulness with alcohol and drugs.
However, these strategies are only temporary solutions that carry with
them consequences of poor self-esteem, physical illness, and anxiety.
Instead, I choose to acknowledge these experiences and
welcome them as long forgotten friends.
They have influenced me and been a part of my life, both for good and
not so good. They are echoes of the past
and hold no power over me now. I can
choose to recognize them and then gently bid them farewell once again. If forgiveness of others or self is needed, I
can choose to offer it if I wish to do so.
If there is something left unsaid to someone, I can speak my truth and
release it. No longer do I need to hold
on to what no longer serves me. My history
has made me who I am, however it doesn’t have to determine my life and the
choices I make today.
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