“Write about something else, change your approach, don’t talk about yourself, step aside, protect yourself, write about the lives of others. “
Well obviously the fact that I’m transcribing a conversation with myself shows that I’m not fully capable of not writing about myself or the things that surround my life, but can I promise you that I will control myself a lot and try? Change the focus!
- When I was 11.
- I was a little depressed by one kid at school who loved but loved another.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- No matter I was too young.
- I felt it.
- So what to do?!All my loving suffering had been like this!.
The point in question is that at the time my sister had a boyfriend who gave me the following advice: “Do anything, don’t listen to music. “A tip, of course, that I have completely ignored, given my most complete ignorance of heart. I’ve listened to music (maybe From Xuxa, since I was 11!) and cried as he looked in the mirror, imagining they would never love me. Hahaha, I feel pretty ridiculous right now.
But the point in question is not yet that, hehe. You know what it is? We increase suffering. A pain hurts 100 times more because we’re going to listen to the damn “our music,” because we identify in the choruses that fit perfectly with another 100,000 people who suffer from love or something at the time, because we dramatize (I, Leonina, especially) life.
We go to the tarot, to the shells, to the classified horoscope, we talk to people who say exactly this comforting and highly suicidal thing that we need to hear, we see these films soaking the sheet and we take several other sadomasochistic measures that make us feel, how do you say it?The bandit.
So this time I embraced with great affection (and feeling the wisest person in the world) the advice to change course and not think about my problem at the moment, because in the midst of turbulence, it is impossible to make a sensible decision.
We have to stay away for a while, see how the dust settles and see where the screws should be tightened after the hurricane. Will some strategies sometimes work well for me?
I don’t listen to music. I don’t even dare choose a neutral playlist, because in between there will always be a stanza trigger for that little latent chest pain. I don’t talk to other people about the problem. Talking revives pain, revives pain, relives memories, strengthens desire, and drains everything. The decision was mine, I have to bear the consequences of keeping my mouth shut and only open it when the feelings are mature enough to be exposed.
I try not to relive the memories. Places, photographs, food, nothing that deliberately reminds me of what needs to be in the corner of my head. I hear things that refer to other dimensions. I thought it was a great way to think only about what was going on at the time. I enjoyed hearing reflections on Zen Buddhism (which are very useful to me), which helped me a lot to maintain a serene vision of my own life.
I pay attention to other people’s lives, no, no!I’m not talking gossip. But if I’m on the bus, for example, in this tight tumult, looking out the window, I’ll think of myself, so I get tired of my ears to pay attention to any dialogue, syrup recipes, explosions about my boyfriend and everything. that, at that moment, makes me lose my mind.
I’m dedicated to the other lives around me. My children, my parents, my friends, my companions, there are so many lives around me that taking care of them helps me clean mine up.
I read. Reading has the power to transport me into this world within the pages. There’s no way to focus on anything other than reading if you really want to understand the text.
I stay away from potential outlaws. If the pain is that of love, they say that with another love we heal, perhaps, but maybe you are even more fucked up and, worse, you hurt someone who came full of love to give, or you become easy prey to devouring wolves. . If in doubt, keep your pillow soft, harmless and dry your tears again. Besides, we don’t always want another love, we only learn to handle those with whom life surprises us.
I don’t hear (more) advice. He wants something that confuses people’s minds, it’s advice. If you talk to 10 different people, the 10 will give you compelling arguments that will eventually lead you to a psychiatrist.
But I confess I had a bad habit of opening my life to anyone who wanted to listen to me. Until another day, by the way. This gives others the freedom to interfere with your decisions, as you have inserted them into the problem. And there’s no one in the world who knows better than you what’s going on. Then why do we open our mouths and hearts?
Finally, serene? I’m thinking about my life, of course, and from the outside I can see that there is no problem, there is a life, choices, consequences, things that I can solve and commit to, things that are beyond my competence and are a waste of energy.
And here I think about the things I don’t do so I don’t think about my business, don’t you think it’s a paradox?
But go get me, does it work? It keeps feeling or solving on its own, postponing a moment which, at the height of inflammation, cannot be cured.
Aaahh, and I write, why when do I have the words left?Sometimes we have to overflow!