Ha, Ha, was I ever going to get it? It is just today that I saw through all this, I saw through myself, and realised I was taking it personally, and that I am not the mean one, they are. I wish I could tell him this as he thinks he has hurt me, but I am not, and I now believe that he is the hurt one.
Does this make sense. I feel really good about myself. Your response makes perfect sense.
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I have been in-love with a narcissistic man for over a decade. This whole time, I thought something was wrong with me. But, I have finally discovered that it is not me, it is him. And now, I can put it into words what he is…a narcissistic man. It taking some time to really understand that I have to let him go but, I am doing it, day by day.
And I also am trying not to take it personal because he has treated every woman in his life, the same way. And I too, am feeling more and more better about myself. Congrats on seeing through to illusion. I lived over 60 years just as you, I never got the Love from my birth family. Went looking Outside Myself for it. The predators can sense this implicitly, and latch right on.
Now at 67 I have let go of that vibe. I know boundaries are an overused term, but for empathetic people, they are a life or death deal. Create boundaries that work for you. Smeone has to show us, like training wheels. In early July my husband was fine. Working out, working, loving life. In mid July he was told that without treatment for 9 brain tumors he would be gone in months or less.
He made it just over 4 months, and took his last breath 4 weeks ago. He lived more in those 4 months than many do in a lifetime, and his caringbridge story has changed lives. My sons and I are forever changed by his journey. Live each day to the fullest. Enjoy the love and beauty all around. I am a wife and mother of 2 gorgeous sons. I got married immediately after graduation from the law school and 4 years after I feel stuck and lost about my career.
This year in particular is been a very trying one. However, My family and friends are in good health and perfect mind. All I can say.. I am spending Christmas alone this year. I had a chance to go to L. But, I find with all the sad layers that I built around myself that are now melting away I thank you for part of that journey with your course. Thanks to all your advices and stories, I love to read them and I have bought the book and still listening to it. I am going thrue a divorce that I never expected, imagined from a cheating husband who I believed was perfect.
I realise now it was my fault I had so many expectations on him. I am also grateful that I am no longer being lied to or cheated on. I love your phrase from the book. My brother was homeless for 25 years. His mental illness detached him from reality and family. Our dad was diagnosed with brain and lung cancer in January and I sent out messages to everyone I knew.
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I drove over the next morning, eulogy in hand, and found him, and just wept. Since then he has been hospitalized and released, medicated, found housing, celebrated his 50th birthday, traveled out of the country to Montreal for the the first time…and just got a job! You can never give up on people. Marc and Angel I am thankful for your precious words of wisdom, comfort and deep empathy. Your words carry ancient wisdom that is truly soul healing and soul wounds are deeper than spirit wounds. Deep indeed, to the essence of self. Imagine a child, raised in middle class family, with four siblings.
Father belittled his only daughter, calling her a boy that no one would love. A moron, ugly, disgusting. Her four brothers were treated the same. Religion underpinned family life. Siblings had nothing to keep them together. One sibling dead from alcohol abuse. Two siblings so shameful cannot be written. Married to a man just like my father and helpless to leave.
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My story in a nutshell. Your words sooth and strengthen a broken spirit. My wife and soulmate of 13 years endured 4 months in a hospital, two medically induced comas, the amputation of both her hands and feet. At three and an half months, she was working as hard as she could to prepare for the use of her prosthetic devices. I knew her life would never be the same.
She did not survive the third coma.. Although left with a scar on my soul, I know there is peace and a meaning to the loss of her life within. It has now only been a month and a half since her passing, but her strength thru it all, has been passed to me. She has given me a new life to live.. Thank you for all your emails during the year. As for all the life stories shared…I am humbled beyond words! Such wonderful words, though many painful, lend us hope and foster faith. My biological mother, who was separated from her husband, got pregnant. My adoptive parents, while loving, divorced one another twice.
I was raised by a single parent from the time I was seven years old.
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Sexually molested by a baby sitter when I was about six years of age. Grew up poor and with a prolonged identity crisis. As such, self-esteem was never strong. I met my biological mother at 19 years of age. She led me to believe a certain gentleman was my father. Turns out, through DNA testing, he was not my biological father. She took his identity to the grave. However, my biggest struggle in my life is that I lost one of my dearest friends eight years ago. Monty was a self-made man who joined the Air Force right out of high school and retired from the Air Force with a PhD and as a commissioned officer.
He was the life of the party, smart, handsome, and totally loved his friends and family. However, no one saw his pain and one tragic day, he took his life. I miss my good friend and think of him often. Grief has been a complete nightmare and so many tears have fallen from the eyes of this 58 year old here. I feel cheated as I had looked forward to growing old with Monty. Hell, you just kind of expect some people to always be there. The point of sharing this is to encourage everyone to love your friends and family, above all else in life…and enjoy the simple things that life has to offer…and treasure today for tomorrow is promised to no one.
And lastly, LOVE deeply, madly, and passionately, for in the end…life is truly about the relationships we build…little else really matters. In closing, Merry Christmas to all who read this and to my dear friend Monty…wherever you may be…fly high and free eternally! I was listening to an interview on the radio one day. The man talking had lost his 13 year old son to cancer. He said that we can not control the bad things that happen to us. All we can control is how we react to them.
My sister lost both of her children. One was in a car accident at 15 and has been totally disabled ever since. All she can do is look at you. She is now She has been in a nursing home all these years. The other daughter died suddenly at 30 with a brain tumor. My sister and her husband have both been diagnosed with cancer and are still living. My sister is bipolar. Both she and her husband have had the medical system botch up their surgeries resulting in multiple other surgeries to try and rectify the damage. This family continues to try to make the best of their lives and are positive, loving people.
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They are my heroes…I pray for them everyday and I know that my prayers are listened to and answered. No matter how sad we all are,love can create miracles!!! We are, with Gods help, co-creators of our own reality.
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I wish everyone out there a Merry Christmas and a vibrant healthy and happy New Year! I have been through more in my life than most.
I survived sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. I survived watching my mother be physically abused most of my life. However, this September, I lost one of the most important people in my life, my 26 year old niece. She was one of my best friends. We did everything together. And then, last month, my grandpa. Christmas is coming and it is the first one I will spend away from my kids. Surviving this will not be easy. This is my work alone. However, reading your blog lets me know how much I am supported!
Gonna write this one one my bathroom mirror. As I sit here ready this email I can relate to some. This holiday I lost my younger brother to a heart attack, my mom has stage 4 pancreatic cancer and this Christmas Eve would be a year since my best friend took her own life. In February , in only three weeks, my life changed. I had fallen off my flat bed semi and had to have career-ending rotator -cuff surgery. After surgery, I got a call from my oldest sister that my favorite sister had passed from a heart-attack.. A week later, I found out my wife had been unfaithful to me.
A week after that, my mother passed. If I can get through this, I can get through anything. But I wake up grateful to God every morning and pray with tears in my eyes. Sometimes my ego is angry at you for not being able to stay in the victim mode. But my true self is so thankful and grateful for your emails because it is exactly the mirror my ego needs to shut up. Every year around this time i get depressed, and thankfully I have the most fantastic colleagues and friends who keep reminding me of that for I myself do not recall.
Part of the problem. And so I know what to do now to survive, get light therapy, hug my two daughters and do what I have to do get some rest, stop trying to be perfect, get help for problems I encounter, eat well!!! So thanks again for being my friend dear Marc and Angel, you truly feel like close friends. When I was 23 I was at my lowest point. My dad died of leukaemia when I was 13 and not a single person ever asked me how I was. So I slipped into depression and remained there. I began to unravel and became suicidal and paranoid.
I was desperate for someone to love me so jumped into bed with the first man who seemed to want me. He had no idea what to do about my suicidalness though, and we got into all sorts of trouble and broke up just before Christmas. But then I met a man who was working at the school where I was volunteering. Something seemed right about him and we went out on a date. He was training to be a nurse and put his skills to work helping me recover. We have now been married for 23 years and have a beautiful daughter. I feel sure that God heard my scream for help all those years ago and sent along a Christian man to help me.
He took care of me, loved me and made me laugh and we are very happy together. I was falling apart because of the loss, and because I had no way to fix the loss. A wise person told me to concentrate on what I had enjoyed in her short life and to celebrate that, not all the years that were not to be.
Her life had been destined to be a short one. How blessed that one of my grandchildren should have been given the privilege of leading a near perfect life. By focusing on that it allowed me to find peace. I will never forget the feeling of holding my son as he wept for his daughter, I will also never forget the joy of watching them pull their lives together and welcome a new baby into the world. Losing her was not the end, her life was worth celebrating, and the impact she had can be seen in the joy that will never be taken for granted in her younger sibling.
Reading these stories of pain and anguish are so very bitter sweet. My heart goes out to everyone in these posts. I feel your pain and I celebrate your joy. They are buried together with their dog. Now I await a phone call from my son as he finally decides to admit himself into rehab for his drug addiction and mental health issues. Look up to the skies and celebrate the beauty of Mother Earth as good things will certainly come to us all. Tomorrow is a new day. I wish you all love peace and happiness.
I have been following your blog on-and-off since I was It has helped me through teenage anxiety, social pressures, educational and career pressure. Each time I visit your website, I learn something and leave feeling contented. Thank you, Marc and Angel. Wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year, keep inspiring people.
Hi My name is James. I have for the last nearly 20 years been living in an extremely emotionally abusive relationship. I am not really sure of what the future holds for me and I sometimes struggle with suicidal thoughts. I feel I am that all I want is to get out of this relationship.
Some guide me on how to go about it. Your email address will not be published. When you learn a new way to think, you can master a new way to be Blog About Events Book. Getting Back to Happy. He sold it on the day I broke up with him. When I went to pick up my belongings, he was proud that he had sold it to a local pawnshop. This song hit me at the perfect time in life, and seemed to capture a kind of ineffable melancholy that went beyond the girl I was pining over, and was instead an essential part of the human experience.
Here, Beam has accomplished nothing less than telling the story of our sadness. The imagery alone is gripping, but the gentle harmonies from Krauss are what push this mournful track into sob-worthy territory. The music, for the most part, hangs back from his resigned vocals, clicking away like a bit of hospital machinery and only interrupted by a haunting piano roll and a fluttering bit of melodica.
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She begs him to repent. Mother gets sick, prays, dies. Finally, father gets religion. With their Appalachian twin harmony, it is the sorrow of the mountains distilled. Winner for most upsetting lyric is hands-down: Both the lyrics and the music are simple, but its repetitive rhythm, steady beat and basic rhyme scheme just make it more relatable. Vedder sings the final chorus with renewed agony and then hums a hymnal-like, wordless tune before the instruments and Vedder both fade into silence. Over his claw-hammer finger picking, Earle lists a litany of afflictions—poverty, alcoholism, loneliness, klutziness, and lost youth and love—throughout a third person narrative.
But in the bridge, Earle shifts the perspective to that of the omniscient narrator. Over a cartoon toy cowgirl getting left under a bed. After a final tour the following year, the Grammy-winning country singer, TV host and actor recorded a farewell song for a the documentary Glen Campbell: The father of eight children from four wives, Campbell has been married to Kim Woolen for more than three decades.
A brief summary of its events: All he can do is ride the train to an unfulfilling job and dream of all the places he wants to take her. Beaten women, getting hustled, crime gone bad, jail time, addiction. Two minutes, 23 seconds of harsh reality, stoic in its acceptance of a fate worse than death. God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life. Nor can I think of anyone who can somehow express this inexpressible concept with such power and emotional precision quite like Mangum. Despite being literally blown through a window by the blast, Sadako appeared to be relatively unharmed and lived a normal childhood until she developed leukemia at the age of 11 from the lingering radiation.
In her dying days, Sadako therefore worked on folding her own 1, cranes, but passed away having only completed The remaining cranes were finished by friends and family, and the poor young victim of WWII was ultimately buried with them. In its place was one of the most depressing-sounding—and artistically brilliant—albums in recent memory.