I grew up believing I was okay. Sure I had a few problems but who doesn’t. And sure I had a few parts of myself I didn’t like or wasn’t too proud of, but hey, I wasn’t perfect… and who is?
I grew up believing I loved my parents and they loved me. That I came from a relatively happy family. That we all liked each other, supported each other, and were there for each other.
I grew up seriously deluded, so I found out through my childhood repression healing. I didn’t know there was such a thing as childhood repression. I was completely ignorant of it. But now all of that has changed.
Each day as I continue healing my childhood repression I understand a little more about it – about my delusion. Now I understand that I wasn’t loved by my parents as I needed and wanted to be loved. Their so called love for me and mine for them was nothing more than a fantasy; a falseness we all agreed upon and perpetuated. It was a show we acted out with each other. Really we had very little in common.
And waking up to this truth, becoming conscious of the truth of what I really do feel about myself, them, and my life, has been shocking – the last thing I would have thought my life would have been about.
But now here I am with all I feel, all I have uncovered about myself and my relationship with my parents and family; all of which I have uncovered through my childhood repression healing years. And I can’t deny it. Once I stopped putting on the cover-up act denying all the bad feelings I did feel; once I started to accept just how bad I felt, the truth came out.
If you want to find the truth of yourself, of your life – the whole truth, no matter how shocking it might be – then heal your childhood repression.
James.
