Mark Nepo, the author of one of the books in my Bibliotherapy post, wrote on a recent day about the lies that we tell ourselves. He encouraged readers to face one of those and then think about what facing that lie would mean.
For me, the lie is that I'm normal because right now, I'm not. Because I accepted that I have PTSD, I'm now highly aware of how easily I can be triggered into thinking I'm being bullied. I'm aware that this is caused by past events, but I still shrink at criticism or cry at exclusion. This is not a pleasant feeling, but it is where I am right now. The only way out is through.
At least now I can see that maybe there will come a time when I won't assume or fear the worst of everyone and just be able to enjoy life.
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