I trust that if you've returned to my virtual home more than once you're probably wondering; "Has Prairie Grown always been an optimist?" I believe I've always had a lightheartedness about me, but around grade 6 or 7 I realized my father was an alcoholic and the abuse worsened and worsened. What kind of abuse? That is not what's important here and now. What's important is to know that there is no hierarchy in abuse... abuse is abuse. How did I come to know this? A variety of therapies from eastern to western to everything in between. And new ways that I made up myself to come to be the woman before you. Therapy is not a dirty word.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Have I always been an optimist?
I trust that if you've returned to my virtual home more than once you're probably wondering; "Has Prairie Grown always been an optimist?" I believe I've always had a lightheartedness about me, but around grade 6 or 7 I realized my father was an alcoholic and the abuse worsened and worsened. What kind of abuse? That is not what's important here and now. What's important is to know that there is no hierarchy in abuse... abuse is abuse. How did I come to know this? A variety of therapies from eastern to western to everything in between. And new ways that I made up myself to come to be the woman before you. Therapy is not a dirty word.
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I really like your story, it was very difficult for me to ask for help also. I felt defeated at first, then I realized it was probably the most loving thing I could have done for myself...
Self aceptance, self love, faith in your spirit, such a simple journey, when you give yourself the permission to be...
And indeed you are a beautiful woman, have always been, I suspect - though I haven't known you forever, I reckon you have always been fabulous and are able to be so now, because...well, I don't think I can explain it all in a comment blob. hugs
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