tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27072566.post3326425654957897003..comments2024-03-14T03:16:23.482-05:00Comments on Everyone Needs Therapy: When She Leaves You and You're Sadtherapydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05088184676439578876noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27072566.post-25181828594838644162013-08-22T15:09:42.506-05:002013-08-22T15:09:42.506-05:00Thanks so much to all of you. Anon, I think there&...Thanks so much to all of you. Anon, I think there's a post on developing self somewhere here. Use the search box. It is hard work, but the most rewarding work you'll ever do. therapydochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088184676439578876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27072566.post-66387594287033655652013-08-21T17:03:13.125-05:002013-08-21T17:03:13.125-05:00How do we gain a sense of self by ourselves if we ...How do we gain a sense of self by ourselves if we have a low sense of self?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27072566.post-92069386638146680392013-08-17T03:57:47.335-05:002013-08-17T03:57:47.335-05:00Each of us makes ourselves suffer, like your mom d...Each of us makes ourselves suffer, like your mom does. I'm my own worst enemy when it comes to beating myself up. Fortunately, I've worked on that a lot over the last few years and give myself a break. My parents had their faults, as we all do, but I loved them so much. They were a product of what they learned from their parents. Abandonment runs deep in me. But I realize that I don't need to let it control my life. Loss of love is the hardest abandonment. The feeling may not go away but it can be subdued. Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27072566.post-21321782595828959802013-08-15T20:26:17.121-05:002013-08-15T20:26:17.121-05:00I love the flowers imagery. I hope my college age ...I love the flowers imagery. I hope my college age son thinks of me that way. But a few weeks ago he was talking about something I can't recall. He was describing the notion of parental love "like taking a bullet to save a child. I mean you would, wouldn't you?" I laughed and said of course because I would. Then later I worried. Maybe I am too grim in his mind, when I'm not. Oh the mama fret. Always that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27072566.post-74173785781979254672013-08-15T19:21:21.129-05:002013-08-15T19:21:21.129-05:00I would like to think that my children might somed...I would like to think that my children might someday feel about my love for them in the way that you described your mother's love for you. <br /><br />In the last years of my father's life, he seemed to ask things like had he been a good person, had he been a good father, had he mattered or made a difference in the world. My father was about as fine a person as I've had the privilege to know, with a deepness, loyalty, love, honorableness, decency, a capacity to be loving and tender just with tone of voice in a way that I haven't encountered much in the world. And I know all of us, his kids, felt that way about him. He wasn't perfect, either, but he was a very fine person and I was surprised that he didn't seem to know. Or maybe thinking you are facing the end, you want to know. <br /><br />I don't know why it's hard to see the wonderful in one's self. I'm glad I had my father's love and it was as real and deep and solid as anything there is. I think it's that love that makes it bearable, not having him anymore. <br /><br />We all need that kind of love. Hopefully we get it from someone in our life. We all deserve it, for sure.<br /><br />Mound Buildernoreply@blogger.com