Forgiveness by Friday’s Guest Writer (06)
Forgiving someone is not easy, is an everyday task. And that hard work starts from the knowledge of yourself. That’s exactly why is so hard because to forgive we have to acknowledge first the fact that we are not perfect.
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Faith by Friday’s Guest Writer (05)
I am in the early stages of a new relationship. It is interesting, at this age, starting over. So much damage, so many hurts playing out all over again – just new players.
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82.1: The Elephant – Like Clockwork
It is rewarding to hear people see me, my heart, and intentions without the ghost stories.
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82: The Elephant
This morning at 8:00 am CST I am facing my fears, anxieties, and humiliations. Anxiety wants me to hide so I’ve decided to do the opposite. I’m going to treat Anxiety like the bully it is: I’m going to punch it in the nose.
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“I’ve rightfully felt anger, rage, hurt, trauma, disrespect, tricked and disgust because he fucked other women – plain and simple – and him fucking other women was NOT in my plan.”
Read More 81: Ripping up the old contract — A Couples Journey of Recovery from Sex Addiction
2 Days: It’s all Hertz
The justification and rationalization for hating C are always easy to find. The brain is a rationalizing, justifying, negative thought manufacturing machine broadcasting thoughts at 50 hertz.
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5 Days: Not A Ghost Story
“My loyalty has never wavered. I was always there. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. But when you measure my allegiance only by where I stick my dick, it’s as if the rest doesn’t count for a thing.”
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I left on C’s terms. I’m coming home on my own. I’m coming home to my friends. I’m coming home to reclaim my self-respect and power.
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In truth, I have an anxiety disorder. Anxiety has been killing me for 123 days. Chest pains, sleeplessness, nightmares, and fear constantly hound me. The trolling certainly hasn’t helped.
I hate admitting it is an issue. “Anxiety is for women. Real men don’t get anxious,” my Pride tells me.
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