One of my sisters reached out to me this weekend because
she was feeling like a failure as a mother--Well pretty much a failure at
everything. She wasn't drawing near into
The Lord, wasn't sure she really understood the atonement, wasn't sure her kids
were learning what they were supposed to, was afraid she was just trying to
control her kids, etc., and the "what lack I yet" talk in conference
had really beat her up.
Failure.
That is the trauma thought that came up at the end of my
last counseling session when we were out of time. It's been percolating in the back of my mind
since then as I wait for my next session.
Failure.
I remember talking with An Heritage #4 about bullies. I asked him if it was right for someone to
put another person down, to criticize them and call them names and belittle
them. He was of course indignant. That
is bullying after all. So I pointed out
that when he does negative self talk he is "bullying" himself.
Failure.
For some reason I believe I am a failure (in many areas).
This one is going to take some time to figure out. But in the meantime it's going on my list.
I'm a bully (to myself)
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