I believe we were created to exist in a paradise with built in struggles that produce continuous growth. Because of that we have a system of remembering. We must be able to recall our lessons learned during our growth, or else it is not growth. We have a filing system for memories. Every memory has a special file folder readily available for the events that you were to encounter during your life. But things were corrupted, and now events take place that there is no folder for!
Every time you were treated as a thing for others, you were in a situation that produces memories without folders.
Those memories are left to run around in your mind trying to attach themselves or hide themselves. There seems to be an innate self-protecting ability to hide the most horrific memories for a time, but only for a time.
What if you can transform your memories into something else that does have a folder?
I believe that we, WE, can help each other. What if you could share your memories with someone who actually hears you and understands, has empathy and loves you? What if those memories can start to have a temporary home in folders and start to jump from folder to folder until eventually find a home?
What if when you shared them with someone as I described above, they turned into a memory of a story you told a dear friend? Then it fit in that folder for a while. Maybe you are still detached from it, and that is okay. With each exploration of it, little bits of power will be removed. Eventually enabling you to be able to correct the perspectives and responsibilities until it becomes a lesson with a folder.
That is supposed to be the power of talk therapy but, it has never worked for me. Love is the key. There must be a deeper connection and empathy. That is why group therapy is usually much more productive to people with PTSD and CPTSD.
We are in a fog and only other fog dwellers can see in the fog. We are all intimately familiar with the fog of deception, even though it still may blind us to us, our familiarity with it shows us what others are failing to see.
The problem that keeps that from being successful all the time and people forming groups all over the world and just talking; is the confrontation part. The pointing out of what you see in the fog. We all have formed many coping mechanisms (all created to be a replacement for love or its benefits.) Even amongst ourselves there isn’t enough empathy to handle all the walls and triggers, lies and hiding, and so much more we all have been programmed to do. I believe that only through the help of God can we have the supernatural love described in 1st Corinthians 13:
4 Love is patient, love is kind, it is not jealous; love does not brag, it is not arrogant. 5 It does not act disgracefully, it does not seek its own benefit; it is not provoked, does not keep an account of a wrong suffered, 6 it does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; 7 it keeps every confidence, it believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Only though Jesus Christ can that be accomplished to its fullest potential. But He put the system in place to work even without Him. Although just enough that you will seek further assistance and know where that assistance will be coming from.
I believe with Gods help we can help each other heal and remember how special we were created to be. We can have real fellowship and loving relationships with others. Relationships based on truth and love. Our enemy has limited tools and methods they can use to achieve their evil goals, and the Bible addresses each one repeatedly, revealing the truth behind the lies, and a way out of all the traps our enemy uses.
My name is Mike, and I have spent my life experiencing the trap of being my family's scapegoat. I both understand that trap and I know the way out.
I now believe I can show you the way out, as well.
One of the most significant events of my childhood took place when I was around 6 years-old at the dinner table on an ordinary evening. My father was telling a story I don’t remember, because the food I was eating was starting to make me feel ill. My focus had obviously turned inward, and I thought I was going to vomit. I got up from the dinner table and went to the bathroom. When I returned to the dinner table and said the food made me sick, my father interrupted me and said that I was lying, and that I was not actually sickened by the food but, the story he was telling.
What made that event special was not that it had never happened before, or was overtly traumatic, but it was that day that my brain had finally developed enough to comprehend what was happening. For the first time in my life I understood that he ...