Remember Fantasy Island? Da-plane!!! Da-plane!!!
Smiles everyone smiles!
Or the Sunday smiles we put on in church after screaming at our kids โweโre going to be late for church!!!โ
We canโt expect to be happy all the time.
๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญโฆ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐โ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ญ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ.
I love the concepts and the scientific research at HeartMath. But I kept thinking if we would work on the root issues we wouldnโt struggle so much to get back to โhappy.โ
I have a neighbor who has commented many times that Iโm always so happy. She even made that comment to my friends. Thatโs her perception. What she doesnโt see is the sob fest I had moments earlier.
So is my neighbor seeing:
1) The person who was trained that when you go out into the world you put on a happy face?
2) The person who loves receiving praise for appearing to be happy?
3) The person who loves, loves, loves being outdoors and lights up from the inside out when stepping outside?
So the sob fest needs some explaining.
๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ. ๐ ๐ฉ
As you heal from PTSD or Complex PTSD (where it wasnโt just one event but many different events) random memories come back to you. Right before I saw my neighbor that day (with a smile on my face), I had had a memory come back to me. Along with all the emotions I had suppressed for 40ish years.
So back in the day, when shopping at Reynolds in Glendive, MT (small town, eastern Montana) you would take a grease pen (I think that is what they were called) and write the price down on the item you were buying.
Anyone remember that?
One day, God only knows why, using that handy dandy pen, I decided to write the F bomb on the pole.
I got caught.
I knew, I was trained, I was taught to believe, bad people go to hell.My little girl heart, maybe age 10, knew she was going to hell.
Without a doubt.
Bad, bad, bad. It wasnโt that I did something bad, it was I was bad and I was going to hell.
Grandpa and Soda (the store owner/manager?) had a HUGE HUGE HUGE fight.
We were not allowed back in the store. At least for a bit.
Because of me.
Grandpa went on and on and on about how โhis granddaughter is not bad!โ
I never told my Grandpa the truth.
Terrified.
So terrified I stuffed it in and at the age of 50, after releasing a lot of old suppressed emotions, I can see that itโs sheep shit. Speaking of sheepโฆIโll have to share my drawing of my sheep Star sometime! Sheโs a beauty ๐คฃ ๐ ๐คฃ.
๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ. ๐ ๐ฉ
When my dad told us three girls that he was gay, I remember thinking how awesome that was! I wanted to be gay too! I was confused. I thought he meant he was happy (I may have been about 6 years old, I don’t remember.)
I didnโt understand it was a โbad & shamefulโ thing.
However, I quickly realized that itโs not something you talk about. Itโs something you hide.
The entire time I was growing up, I remember telling one person my dad was gay. He died when I was 17. He died from AIDS, but I was to tell people it was from complications of pneumonia.
When we were attending an Evangelical church, my son who was in 6th grade at the time, heard from a man who he admired a great deal, that gay people go to hell.
Logan realized he was gay when he was a junior in high school, told one person and then pretended he wasnโt (or denied it) until the summer before he college. He finally exploded and told me he was gay during a huge fight we had over laundry. ๐งบ
๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐.
And I still made him get his laundry out of the washing machine!
At some point during college one of his mentors gave him the advice that he needed to just get married. His mentor said โitโs only for a short time and then you get to go to heaven.โ Of course, you need to be honest and tell the woman because you wouldnโt want to lie.
You know, that didnโt work out so much for my dad.
Or me.
I hate the term gay people (itโs a bad habit in my language.)How about seeing a person first and not their sexual identity? AMEN!?!
๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐.
We grieve because weโre hurting. We get sad for โno apparent reason.โ Sidenote 1: there are reasons we just canโt see them.
The word vilified keeps coming to my mind. With the thought that โthe heart has been vilified.โ
โYouโre so emotional.”
โDonโt cry like a sissy or youโre crying like a little girl!โ
โDonโt be so sensitive!โ
โI just want you to be happy.โ
We hear over and over how we โshould be feelingโ versus ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ of โthis is how Iโm feeling.โ Where we learn how to FEEL the sensations in the body and/or learn how to handle uncomfortable or terrifying feelings within the body.
The heart feels the way the heart feels.
If weโve stuffed โbadโ emotions for 45 years (hello! raising my hand here) then of course grief, anger, rage, disappointment, etc. is all piled up within and is much harder to handle.
Just because weโre feeling one way for a moment or ten, doesnโt mean it defines who we are or that we plan to stay that way. It simply means there is something ready to move through our body or through our awareness. It doesnโt mean you have to vent, rant, explode, or stay in a depressionโฆit means itโs time.
Time to look within and see what you need.
Maybe you need support, maybe you just need a momentโฆyou are the only one who knows what you need. What you *really* need, not what will โmake this bad feeling go awayโ and not what other people tell you that you need.
S๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ ๐ก๐๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐ก.
Unprocessed emotions plug up your system, they don’t just go away.