People who run from their feelings…

People who run from their own feelings will eventually run from yours too. 

When someone avoids accountability, their frustration, blame, and unresolved pain will eventually get projected onto you.

— @yourcorageouscomeback

My favourite therapist says you can’t heal what you can’t feel. And you can’t feel what you deny (or you are unaware of) is real. I’ve embarked on a number of year long, deep healing, group therapy courses, and I’ve been able to connect a few dots. I was surprised to recognize that some of my classic, MO behaviours in the present began as childhood coping mechanisms; my neat freak clean routine (this kept me out of trouble and secured approval from my parents), my tendency to over-give (again, secured approval as a good girl at home). Now that I’m aware of it, I’ve been able to curb certain behaviours. It’s a weight off actually. Just sayin’ ;) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl 

Black sheep usually the cycle breaker?…

If you are a woman who feels like the black sheep of her family, read this:

There will always be moments when you wonder why you never fit in the way everyone else seemed to. Why your thoughts were different, why your feelings were stronger, why you always sensed things no one else acknowledged. You grew up learning to quiet your truth just to keep the peace. You learned to shrink yourself so no one would call you difficult or dramatic. And somewhere along the line, you forgot that being different is not a flaw. It is a sign of depth, of awareness, of spirit. Feeling like the outsider in your own family creates a loneliness that is hard to explain. It is the kind of ache that follows you into adulthood, making you question your worth in rooms where you deserve to stand tall. But here is the truth. The black sheep is usually the cycle breaker. The one who sees the patterns everyone else ignores. The one who refuses to repeat the hurt she grew up with. The one who becomes exactly what the next generation needs. You were never meant to blend in. You were meant to evolve. To grow. To rise. And even if they never understood you, understand yourself. Be kind to the girl inside you who has always felt misplaced. She deserved love. She still does. 

— Unknown (quote from Pinterest) 

Well, wow. This really describes how I felt growing up. My favourite therapist says that if even one person in the family pursues healing work, the whole family benefits. Not to mention the lifeline for the one brave enough to sit in the hot seat (couch). Just sayin’ ; ) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl 

What we allow will continue…

Uncomfortable truth:  

You teach people how to treat you. 

Accept disrespect? You’ll get more.

Tolerate lateness? It becomes normal.

Forgive without change? It continues.

People don’t treat you how you deserve. They treat you how you allow. 

Boundaries aren’t mean - they are instructive.

— @scottdclary

I find boundaries a work in progress, and easier with certain personalities. Just sayin’ ;) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl 

Romance the smallest part of life partnership…

When you choose a life partner:

romance is the smallest part of it. You are choosing the way conflict will be handled in your home. You are choosing how money will be spent, saved, or wasted. You are choosing whether growth will be encouraged or dismissed. You are choosing how mistakes will be met, with cruelty or grace. You are choosing how anger will sound in your household and how silence will feel. You are choosing whose habits you will live with every single day. Chemistry fades. Irresponsibility, disrespect, and immaturity do not. The wrong choice will cost you years of peace you will never get back. The right choice gives you more than love. It gives you safety, stability, and a life you can finally breathe in.

— Unknown 

I sure wish I’d learned this earlier, as I certainly lost years of peace. My relationship break downs led to transformative therapy though, and I figured out how to select a better matched partnership, with respect,  maturity and safety. Fewf.  Just sayin’ ;) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl 

Not a safe person…

I can have empathy and compassion over someone’s history and still recognize they’re not a safe person.

— Unknown 

I don’t know about you, but I’ve struggled to set certain boundaries. I have “allowed” behaviours that I am actually uncomfortable with. In fact, they’re deal breakers; judgmental tendencies, needing to walk on eggshells, lack of accountability, and hypocrisy (expecting certain treatment, while not reciprocating in kind). I understand my struggle, given a very nostalgic history and legitimate connection. But at the end of the day, I’ve chosen peace and a safe environment. It was a long time coming. Just sayin’ :) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl 

The question of emotional capacity…

The more emotionally intelligent you become, the less you take things personally. You begin to realize that the way someone treats you is shaped by their relationship with themselves, their self-awareness, their emotional capacity, and their nervous system state. 

You learn that someone’s capacity to meet you has nothing to do with your value, and everything to do with their own.

— Unknown 

My favourite therapist says we tend to attract and be attracted to someone who is equally capable and incapable of a healthy committed relationship and intimacy. And he says it’ll always look to us that we are the more capable one ;) In my experience, emotional capacity grows profoundly with a focus on deep healing work and learning new relationship skills. Just sayin’ :) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl 

 

Accepting the apology you’ll never get…

Toxic family rarely apologize. They would rather carry their denial to the grave than face the damage they’ve caused. In their minds, the pain they created was somehow your fault. 

Sometimes healing means accepting the apology you’ll never get. 

— Unknown 

My favourite therapist helped me with “complicated grieving” after my mother’s passing. My mother was unwell physically and mentally during my upbringing, which left the bulk of household responsibilities to me and my sister. And from a very young age as well. I have pictures of us standing on chairs washing dishes at 5/7’ish years old. Into our adult years my sister and I got busy with our own lives, and my brother took a turn (he also lived at home until 30 years old). Shockingly, whey my mother died, she pretty much left everything to my brother, as though our work camp-like childhood never happened. This was a crushing moment with no possible resolution. Fortunately, I learned that there are ways of dealing with such cases. So I followed my therapist’s guidance and wrote various letters to my mother. We went a step further and wrote a bio, with an eye on her vantage point. It was a most pleasant turn to find empathy for my mother and her unique challenges. Just sayin’ ;) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl