Ricki Bowie Knives TarrI grew up with parents that were hoarders. We moved a lot when I was a kid, and it would astound me that they would haul, what seemed like trash to me, from place to place. It's taken me a long time to realize that this wasn't something they did to me, that mentally healthy people don't do this. They had built this identity around their pain, and didn't know how to heal. I'm still working on this myself, trying to turn anger into compassion, and see depression for what it was. This isn't to let my parents off the hook for the ways in which they failed me. Forgiveness and understanding is something I have to do for myself. If you can't forgive other people, you probably won't have compassion for yourself either. I haven't got there 100%, I probably never will, because this is a journey where every day I have to ask if what I'm holding onto is serving me. We probably all hoard something in the end, maybe it's not physical things, but it's there nonetheless. I hope you all find the healing you need and deserve in life. I love you all, have a great day.
Shapeshifting Bog Wren@RickiTarr
Kinda needed this today.
I sometimes wonder if I just inherited a "grudge" gene because all of us in my family are rather notorious for holding on to a grudge.
I wonder if I have a hording gene too. Both my parents hung on to things. My dad, I'm convinced had adhd, and just forgot that he had whatever it is he would buy again. My mother... *sigh* my mother, like me, lived a life of scarcity. Her way more than I did but I think that is why I hang on to things because I usually think, "what if I need or can use this later?" I also get unreasonably emotionally attached to things as well.
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Same. I doubt I'll get there. But maybe we'll get close. At least we're aware of the why's and I guess that's a step in the right direction.
Big hugs to you Ricki.
Muah.
John Robinson