Wow!
http://scott-williams.ca/2013/09/12/the-myth-of-feeling-good/
I read this blog and wanted to dance around shouting, “Yes!”
Finally! Someone willing to be honest instead of trying to sprinkle magic fairy dust.
I’ve never been addicted to drugs. I am addicted to food. I use it as comfort and punishment.
I think enduring long-term abuse also creates a drug-like effect. Take it away, and many of us abuse ourselves in much the same manner.
Think: Negative tape.
Anything taken to an extreme risks becoming an addiction.
In order for me to truly change, I must change the way I think.
Think: I belong to God.
Life doesn’t change overnight, but it does change.
Last Thursday, I chatted with some of my writing friends. I told them about my writing plans for the coming year. They’ve been encouraging me to go indie for quite a while. They pointed out how much more confident I sound. They’re right.
Reading Scott’s blog, so much pressure lifted from my shoulders. I can finally stop hunting for the illusive “feel good.” I’m allowed to simply be. Sometimes I’m sad. Sometimes I’m angry. Sometimes I’m happy. Sometimes I’m awed. None of them is wrong.
The Project: Me by Judy 
All of those emotional states are healthy and allowed. Even Jesus wept and was frustrated, and angry, at times. He felt abandoned, misunderstood even by His disciples, and so on. We are certainly allowed to feel badly from time to time, even to feel angry. ((((((Judy)))))))
By: Mary on September 16, 2013
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(((((Mary)))))
By: Judy on September 16, 2013
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Thanks Judy.
By: Ruth on September 16, 2013
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You’re welcome, Ruth.
By: Judy on September 16, 2013
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It took a long time for me to accept my feelings. It’s such a horrible thing our parents did. One of the first times I remember consciously trying to valid my son’s feelings was when he was in first grade. He was angry at me for not letting him stay longer on the playground, so he said, “I hate you.” I responded calmly that I understood why he would hate me right then, but that it wasn’t going to change that we needed to get home.
Funnily, he immediately backtracked and said he didn’t really hate me, he was just mad at me. I replied that it really was ok for him to hate me if that’s how he felt.
I think letting him feel what he felt helped him deal with the emotion. He was all back to normal almost immediately after.
By: Pandora Viltis on September 16, 2013
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Not easy, but what a wonderful gift you gave your son.
By: Judy on September 16, 2013
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I think you have some deep insight there…
By: Scott Williams on September 16, 2013
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Thanks, Scott. I’m enjoying your blog.
By: Judy on September 16, 2013
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