Wearing My Wounds Over My Clothes
Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” was my favorite
To build the walls around me
The air I breathed surrounds me
But I felt safest
Lonely and the only way to feel protected
‘Cos every time
Wearing my wounds over my clothes
Only got me exposed
For others to violate me
And I couldn’t help but let them
At the end of this blog I have a question to ask all of you.
As a life coach. I came from a challenging soul’s struggles meeting tonight. He is classified as clinically depressed. I heard him carefully. I can’t mention names or actual events to keep the identity and events private. Needless to say, he thinks he is broken. He is not fixable. Actually believing he needs to be fixed.
My own belief and experience (and it can be absolutely wrong belief, but I chose to believe it anyways) has taught me that unknown behaviors and complex lifestyles of people are named by certain professionals dangerous or broken or diseased. When in fact the alignment only requires certain special kind of attention in most of those people.
Mostly, it is about how willingly one is ready and able to communicate with oneself effortlessly. How one person is willing to be easy on oneself by accepting and being proud of oneself. How one can recognize himself or herself without seeking others approvals.
The thoughts I suggested to this person are and I ask you all the same. Answer each question as best as you can. I expect his answers tomorrow at the next session
- Can he be proud of the wounds irrespective of who has given those wounds to him?
- Can he expect to have relationships with others when he doesn’t even have relationship with himself?
- Define what he means by communication?
Toodles all…have a blessed day/night with your self.