opposite action: a weapon

This is the fifth post in an ongoing blog series, featuring some practical tools and activities. Fill up your arsenal and collect your weapons for recovery.

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You’re not going to like this one.

You’re going to think that I’m over-simplifying. And you’re right, I am. This tool is simple in concept, but difficult to master. When we have backed ourselves into an emotional corner, and self-criticisms are swarming, and we are overwhelmed, and we cannot stop the incessant thoughts even at night – Stop.

I don’t mean like Nike’s just do it. I mean, literally, stop. Breathe three times, as slowly and deeply as possible. Don’t avoid your thoughts, listen to them, watch them flow in as though they are on a conveyor belt and then watch them leave just the same. Remember that thoughts are thoughts, they are not happening, and you are in complete control of yourself. Do not let your thoughts victimize you.

Now, think of the opposite thought. If you are thinking negatively, think positively. If you are denying yourself something you don’t think you deserve, do it. If you are tempted to fall into old behaviours, make up a new, positive one to replace it.

This technique may seem easy-to-say-hard-to-do, but it is amazing how much can be geniously overcome through this type of practise. Our brains are super powerful machines, and we can learn to manage our thoughts and eliminate fear from our lives.

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in the spring, I shed my skin

And it blows away with the changing winds.

Here I am,
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A rabbit-hearted girl. Frozen in headlights.

It’s not enough.

I must become a lion-hearted girl. Ready for a fight.

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Alex

i saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.

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One fig was a husband and a happy home and children,
and another fig was a famous poet
and another fig was a brilliant professor,
and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor,
and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America,
and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion,
and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

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Plath.

many thanks

Its a 2nd place finish for wildheart in the Canadian Weblog Awards 2012!

Wow…

2011 Canadian Weblog Awards winners

Many thanks to all who continue to follow my story in this little corner of the blogosphere!

I am overwhelmed and humbled by the response and support. Let’s keep shining positive and hopeful light on a subject that isn’t always so.

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