I don’t talk much about my past for the same reason I don’t wake up and hit myself in the head with a 2 x 4 every morning; it’s unpleasant.
He told me you talk about it until the pain goes away.
With about eight suicide attempts, two stints in psychiatric wards, a failed three year relationship, and a period of promiscuous sex, I didn’t think the time would come when the pain would just “go away.” That’s not even including being unintentionally neglected by well-meaning parents and dropping out of college.
But I was at a real love seminar this past weekend and stories about my past were told– in unflattering detail– to an audience of 100 and two interesting things happened.
1. I did not feel shame.
2. I could enjoy how not crazy I am not.
This is after he specifically mentioned the time when I got so crazy that my husband had to call the cops and I spent one hell of an uncomfortable night in a New York hospital. Can’t say that was my best move.
And you know how not crazy I am now? I had totally forgotten about the entire incident until he mentioned it. I was a completely different person.
I got an overwhelming response that people feel less alone when they hear about how truly nuts I was. After all, I can put on quite a show. It’s always difficult to believe that we’re not the only psycho person on the planet. From afar, strangers seem so well put-together.
Anyways, is there anything in my past that anyone is interested in hearing more about? Comment and let me know.