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remorse has incredible power

19 June 2023

💜Let’s talk about remorse. 💜

👀Funny word, isn’t it? 👀

❗️But an important one. ❗️

💞It goes – or I should rather say it should go – hand in hand with an apology. 💞

❤️Remorse means I am sorry for what I have done or what I should have done but failed to do. 💔It requires us to put ourselves into the other person’s perspective. 💗See things from their point of view. 💙To do our best to understand how they feel – how we made them feel. 💘

💕Empathize with them. Acknowledge that we – hopefully unwantedly – hurt them. 💔

☑️No, I did not forget that I also talked a lot about everyone’s being responsible for their own feelings.

💛Still, we can – we should – apologize when we accidentally hurt someone. 💛

🎶I have long wondered about how to reconcile these two seemingly contradictory approaches. 🎶

⁉️I believe the key is humility. Another painful word, I know. ❕

🔎Because when we apologize and show genuine remorse, we humbly acknowledge we did something hurtful. 👑We are lowering ourselves from a pedestal of “I am right” to see and value the differences and incompleteness of others – and of ourselves. 🔍

♥️Remorse means that even if we cannot understand why our actions were hurtful, we take responsibility for them and seek reconciliation. ♥️And it is for the other party to accept it or not. We did our part – if it was genuine. ✔️

❔And why is that important? ❔

⛔️Because a mere “I’m sorry” without remorse is just a string of shallow words. ⛔️

🌒”I’m sorry” without changed behaviour is just a superficial coating on the picture we wish to paint about ourselves to the world. 🌑

💜A true “I’m sorry” carries the power to bring us closer. 💜

emotional abuse impacts our physical health

13 January 2022

Emotional abuse impacts our physical health

“There’s a problem we must talk about.” and I was about to collapse. I couldn’t imagine what I could have done wrong.

Childhood patterns emerged from my subconscious.

Leaving a toxic person, unless we’re well-grounded inside, is far from easy. However, there are occasions when it is simply impossible. For example, when that abusive, toxic person is our parent.

The extra problem with it is that as children, we cannot recognise and connect the dots. Also, how we handle the emotional abuse when we grow into it is shaped by what we see from others. At least, this is my observation. I wasn’t lucky. My “role model” who showed me how to handle emotional abuse was a fully submissive one. Therefore, I had a pattern of giving in to the abuser to follow. While inside, I felt it wasn’t all right at all. I knew something was off but couldn’t understand it. And I was unable to handle the controversy – how the heck to I dare to question both my parents -, and the abuse itself.

My body was honest. Now I can see. Stomach aches and nausea every morning when I had to go to school. The feeling of inadequacy, that whatever I do, I cannot be good enough. I cannot be good enough, neither for them nor anyone else. Nausea still sometimes knocks on my door when I find myself in similar thinking and emotional patterns.

My body was honest. My mind was rationalising, “they are my parent and always (must be) right”. Then there were others, those who said “it’s just simply how they are” and “this is how they show their love”. And of course, there was barely anyone who believed how they indeed acted and behaved behind closed doors. It was unimaginable for those who only see their “nice face”, never the rage, the belittling and deliberately hurtful words.

My body was honest. Three times I was signed up for appendicitis surgery. I was presenting all the symptoms but having perfect blood results. Thanks to all the doctors how did not make the surgery. However, I was still rationalising: “I must be too sensitive, unable to handle stress”, blaming myself for not handling it all well.

It wasn’t my fault. Now I know. Abuse is never ok.

My body was honest. And still, it is. After a long healing journey, now I am mostly able to handle stress without switching into fight/flight/freeze mode. Mostly.

Last Thursday I was told, “There’s a problem we must talk about.” I thought I would collapse then and there in severe humiliation and immediately started questioning myself and him what I had done wrong? The instincts from my childhood kicked in. Which shows I am not as ok as I would like to be. Especially that he was joking, just like he had done many previous times. I still got scared that day.

My body was honest last Thursday.

Listen to your body!

Emotional abuse impacts our physical health.

Loss of a child

Losing a child is like hell on earth.

Many are caught up in the confusion of what (not) to say or do when meeting someone who is going or has been through the loss of a child.

Show you CARE. Please do not cross the road to avoid meeting us.
It is ok if you have no idea what to say. “I’m so sorry (I don’t know what to say)” is more than good enough.

Stop talking and just LISTEN. It can be the same story for the hundredths time. Or crazy rationalisation. Or buckets of tears interrupted by crazy laughs.
It is a journey. Personal and unique for each one of us.
“There’ll be another one” is ok if WE say it. We try to cope.
YOU please DON’T. “Another” is not “the one”.

It is a seemingly endless 3D roller-coaster ride on the snakes and ladders board when it feels like we would never ever reach the end: to learn to live with it.
It doesn’t matter when, how, and what happened, it is like our heart has been ripped out of our body.
Excruciating pain.

Coming with the loss of future.

Their future. Their what-ifs. Their hugs, smiles, love of life.
Sometimes the death comes as a relief after suffering.
It still hurts!
And there is not even a word for a parent who lost their child.

So just please BE THERE for us.

A loving hug can mean the whole world to us.

Self-sabotage – i.e. why do you doubt yourself?

Have you ever found yourself doubting yourself and acting against your own interest?

When is it 100% clear what you should, need, MUST do, yet you just simply cannot make the decision?

Is there a recurring pattern to these situations?

I would like to introduce “self-sabotage”.

A usual excuse we use, even to ourselves, – and yes, we believe it – is the “I’ll wait to see how it unfolds”.

Yes, there are times when waiting is the right thing to do. But it must be a DECISION to wait.

Including a deadline when we will RECONSIDER our primary decision to wait.

Without a deadline it is PROCRASTINATION.

Sounds like a very valid excuse, isn’t it? And we can get annoyed if people around us – those who really love us and put OUR INTEREST first – dare to share their concerns about our indecisiveness. They point to the fact that our “let’s see how it unfolds” is not a decision, it is self-sabotage. We lie to ourselves. Their feedback is like a smack in our face.

Well, it is time to face it: most of us do it. I do it.

You know what?

Give a deadline to yourself!

Make a decision WHEN you will act and WHAT you will do if the issue does not solve itself.

Yes, the “WHAT” must be decided now.

THEN the pressure of making the decision will be enough.

What is love then?

Here we pondered about what love is not.

It is time to look into the deep and dig out a few possible answers for the question:

What is love?

Love is a DECISION. To love someone even if they don’t deserve it. Despite their actions. While keeping healthy BOUNDARIES.

Love is ACTION. To go that extra mile for them. It must be a FREE choice. Free from ANY influence – outer or even inner!

Love is an APPROACH. How we turn to someone. How we see them. Whose interest do we take into consideration: ours or theirs? Can we act selflessly, even to the point of suffering disadvantage?

Love is LISTENING. The ability to shut up and let the other talk.

Love is CARING. Even if we disagree with their choices.

Love is HONESTY. Sharing our thoughts, our doubts, our questions. Yes, we can share our concerns about the consequences of their choices.

LOVE is PRESENCE. So when they fall, we stand beside them so they can lean on us while pulling themselves up. Because they know: even if we sometimes get frustrated with their decisions, indecisiveness, procrastination, seeing them slowly ruining themselves through these decisions, we are still on their side.

What is love?

If their world falls apart, we will still be there for them.

18 September 2021 / Leave a comment

What is (not) Love?

“What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me Don’t hurt me no more” (some of you might remember the song from the 1990s).

So, what IS love?

Well, let’s make a firm line in the sand – what it is not.

Love IS NOT a feeling. Yes, when we are “in love” we do have some physical symptoms. Physical. Physiological. Symptoms.

Love IS NOT the lack of healthy boundaries. We can love someone and still be able to say no.

Love IS NOT saying YES all the time. But what prevents us from when saying NO would be the best choice at that time?

Whose interest do we put first? And do we do it voluntarily or do we feel coerced into saying yes – even when we indeed want to say no. We just simply can’t.

Love IS NOT allowing the person who has been exploiting us continue to do so because we feel unable to put up some boundaries in the situation. This is the very opposite to love. It is not loving them, it is self-loathing – ourselves.

Sal and the Great Frustration – the worth of presence

There is a lovely, heart-warming short animation I would like to share. Short but powerful.

There was a time, about 10 years ago, when I first saw it. I must admit I saw it as anything but lovely.

I thought the lady’s last actions were unnecessary, I couldn’t understand why on Earth she was doing what she’s doing.

Years passed by and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Something was bothering me about it. I should have seen an uplifting action but I couldn’t.

Then, one time when I remembered it again, I suddenly recognised the beauty in it. The care, the love. And it made me think:

Why hadn’t I seen this before?

How I had perceived the story was filtered through my inner being. And that time I was hurt, dragging along with a lot of pain in my heart.

I found it difficult to cope with that level of kindness, the outpouring unconditional love, because I had never experienced it myself.

The uncertainty in who I was, the lack of experiencing and knowing that I am worthy of love simply because I am, severely impacted my views.

It was a long journey, painful but fruitful, to come to the place that I understand the value of meeting people where they are at.

Making them feel worthy. Accepted. Loved.

The power of being present.

The worth of presence in someone’s life.

Do you have anyone to walk beside you on your journey?

A dog will never turn into bacon – i.e. who am I indeed?

Not long ago I faced the big question: who am I?

You might wonder why. So, here is a short story.

The last few years created a huge shift in me. Moving across the globe with my family and adjusting to the new norms and language not only brought hidden skills to the surface, but also shaped me significantly.

The robust diploma course in coaching was a painful eye-opener: I had a picture of myself, what I was like, and it turned out to be utterly false. I spent hours contemplating “what’s wrong; why does the test say I am introverted when I have always been an extrovert?”

A dog will never turn into bacon, it cannot be real!

Then it clicked…

Who am I indeed?

I am not changing into something new but turning back to who I was meant to be. I have been taking off the uncomfortable, protective garments. Shields, swords, axes, and breastplates which have shaped my thinking and behaviour were there to provide a more controllable, seemingly safer environment. Seeing everyone and everything as a threat had been eating up my energy, turning my focus away from inner growth and creating a false reality: that if I can control everything, I will be safe.

And now, leaving these behind one by one, the real me is coming forth.

Who am I? I am me.

The dog is not turning into bacon.

The bacon-shaped dog is turning back into being a dog.

(I used the word-by-word English translation of the Hungarian saying “Kutyából nem lesz szalonna” because I believe the English saying “Once a thief, always a thief” does not accurately portray the message I wanted to convey with this story.)

Tears (of manipulation) i.e. how are your boundaries?

We are seemingly prone to give in when we see tears. I wonder why?

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Children have seemingly endless creativity to convince, coerce, persuade their parents to change that NO into a YES.

Those crocodile tears do not necessarily flow like a river because they are hurt, sometimes they just simply do not want to accept that NO as an answer. I was too a kid once 😊

Tears seem to work most of the time.

Even when adults cry for the same reason.

We are seemingly prone to give in when we see tears.

I wonder why we give up our boundaries so easily?

I do not know for sure, but my guess is that our subconscious pulls out a formula that drives us to give in.

Even if it is about nothing else but trying to push those boundaries. Which adults do too. However, they usually do it very consciously.

Tears can manipulate us to say YES when we want to say NO.

Sticking to our NO is tricky because we need to do two important things. And we must do both:

We need wisdom to determine if those tears are genuine or manipulative.
If the latter we must believe that keeping our choice of NO
will do no harm and
it does not mean lack of love.

Sometimes our NO originates in our self-care – which is paramount for our own wellbeing.

Other times it is for their benefit (just think of bringing up children). It can be good in the short term, but mostly it is good for the long term. Even if it is painful now.

When we say NO we teach the other person (whether a child or an adult) as well:

By “enforcing” them to respect our boundaries they can exercise self-control.
As role models we show it is ok to say NO, teaching them not to be afraid of setting boundaries.

If we love them, we must take on healthy confrontations with them in order to teach them about boundaries.

Love without boundaries is not love.

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