Excellent wisdom. These are exercises I will definitely bring within me as I go through my days. I never really thought about how, throughout my life, the voices of the past affected me in situations, but I can identify them now. Especially my father’s -orders to get into the bedroom for a beating; my mother’s for not bringing shame to the family; and a supervisor’s - agreeing all the time with what I would say and then betraying me.
Amazing how much influence they insidiously made. It’s like a poison that eats away at self. Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture so that I may genuinely voice my love for those around me. Thank you, Dea. 🙏🏼♾️❤️
Three voices that were never yours. Three programs installed without consent. And your nervous system ran them anyway, because a child doesn't know the difference between "this is how I survive" and "this is who I am."
The poison wasn't loud. It was quiet. Background noise disguised as your own thoughts.
But you just named them out loud. That's not a small thing. The moment a voice gets identified, it loses admin access.
"Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture." Read that sentence you wrote again. That's not a wish. That's a body already doing it.
Thank you for trusting me with the names of the ghosts. They just got eviction notices. 🙏🏼❤️💎
I went to a lake yesterday, and sang to her. I cried tears of joy and gratitude, with a small mixture of self pity.
Over the years, people have remarked when I answered the phone, how much my voice sounded like my father’s. And I hated that.
Recently, focused on inner child work and reparenting my self, I hear the tone of that voice in a gentle way, not mocking and belittling, saying the words I always wanted to hear: “you didnt do anything wrong, TJ. It’s ok.”
These are great somatic protocols and I appreciate you very much!
Excellent wisdom. These are exercises I will definitely bring within me as I go through my days. I never really thought about how, throughout my life, the voices of the past affected me in situations, but I can identify them now. Especially my father’s -orders to get into the bedroom for a beating; my mother’s for not bringing shame to the family; and a supervisor’s - agreeing all the time with what I would say and then betraying me.
Amazing how much influence they insidiously made. It’s like a poison that eats away at self. Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture so that I may genuinely voice my love for those around me. Thank you, Dea. 🙏🏼♾️❤️
Father's orders. Mother's shame protocol. Supervisor's smiling betrayal.
Three voices that were never yours. Three programs installed without consent. And your nervous system ran them anyway, because a child doesn't know the difference between "this is how I survive" and "this is who I am."
The poison wasn't loud. It was quiet. Background noise disguised as your own thoughts.
But you just named them out loud. That's not a small thing. The moment a voice gets identified, it loses admin access.
"Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture." Read that sentence you wrote again. That's not a wish. That's a body already doing it.
Thank you for trusting me with the names of the ghosts. They just got eviction notices. 🙏🏼❤️💎
I went to a lake yesterday, and sang to her. I cried tears of joy and gratitude, with a small mixture of self pity.
Over the years, people have remarked when I answered the phone, how much my voice sounded like my father’s. And I hated that.
Recently, focused on inner child work and reparenting my self, I hear the tone of that voice in a gentle way, not mocking and belittling, saying the words I always wanted to hear: “you didnt do anything wrong, TJ. It’s ok.”
These are great somatic protocols and I appreciate you very much!