WARNING: THIS IS A FEEL-BAD BLOG. NOT A FEEL-GOOD ONE.
You won’t like what I have to say. It’s not feel good stuff, it’s feel bad stuff. We’ve all been denying the problem for all too long. But it’s hard to face it. Yet I want to try. And my blog is my attempt at saying all the yuk stuff. I didn’t want to face it, I didn’t know it was within me, I didn’t know I was full of childhood repression – I didn’t know that underneath it all I felt unloved by my parents. But now I do, now I’m waking up to it, and it’s very painful to see.
I don’t expect you to like my blog – to like what I say, but I don’t care, I want to say it. I want to say it really to my parents because they didn’t allow me to say it when I was growing up. And had they listened to me they wouldn’t have liked what I said. So I don’t expect you to either.
I want to try and say how bad it all is, all from the point of view of us all being afflicted by and filled up with repressed yuk from our early childhoods. And if you’re not open to this within yourself, already on your way to understanding such things about yourself, then you won’t like this.
