Mental health struggles can leave us feeling helpless, even with self-care. How come I am lost again after years of experience?
Trauma comes and goes in waves, ever reminding us of remains unhealed. Recently, this has been in the linking of similar pains.
We know that desire is insidious, and that inner happiness doesn't come from things. But does desire ever make us happy, or just not unhappy?
Today was the first day of a one week retreat on the precious human life with my favourite lama, and we discussed the origin of suffering (spoiler, its ignorance).
Can we get out of black and white thinking and find weak spots in our negative beliefs that hold us back?Can we radically accept what we dislike?
Does acknowledging a shitty week perpetuate pessimism? Can an entire week be bad? Or is this toxic positivity?
Trauma is a trendy topic, but why are we all so obsessed with healing our trauma, and do we truly need to?
I am terrified of using my trauma as an excuse for my current behaviour. How acknowledgment of insecurities equates to making excuses in my head, I don't know!
Trauma can feel very debilitating, removing agency and control from us. So when the waiting on feeling better is out of our hands too, we might just lose it a little.