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I've been enjoying our process of meeting one another, SprinkL3. Got me to thinking about why I'm on support forums (SF) and the value they have in my life.
I once kept a written journal where I'd write when feeling very down and never write when thing were feeling great. And I never shared it. About a year or so ago someone broke into our storage locker in our building and stole a suitcase full of my journals. Poof, like that, they're gone. I guess I'll never need to revisit those old sad times.
What's great about places like SF is I can have both my journal and my interaction plus the bonus of the record is on the web. Having a pen name is great as I can be myself yet somehow anonymous, too.
Right now I'm in serious negotiations with my Inner Critic and their minions. You see, there's a vicious Inner Critic that gets very annoyed when I somehow, despite it's best efforts, succeed at something. It manages to somehow get me to make a mistake, lose something important, rip my nicer clothes, drop something and break it, or misplace something and so on.
If Freud were here I could trace it back to my family of origin, and further back into slavery/post--slavery trauma where it was dangerous for slaves (or enslaved people, your pick) to know their kinship and express talents or mutual appreciation.
I look at Freud, he looks and me. I say, so now what? He says, so now you know. And asks for his fee. I pay him and show him the door.
Alone, and looking in the mirror, I asked myself: so, now what?
Revu2
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