Letting Go
I've never been good at emotionally letting go. You know, moving on from something or someone where the situation is painful or harmful in enough ways that logic says to move on, yet the "good" or what I'm getting out of it is so strong that I fear losing it more than I fear the bad of the situation. The darkness of that potential loss is worse than the reality of current pain.
What the heck is that about? I don't know why that has such a hold on me - I try with every tool that I have in my sadly empty toolbox to remedy the situation: I ask friends, I journal, I logic it out - but nothing works. At the end of the day, my emotions actually seem to beat my brain into submission without my permission or intent.
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You try professional counseling? Worth a shot. I know meds are over prescribed but maybe antidepressants may help. You have zero to lose from trying it.
Too many thoughts to put in a blog response. But you know where you can find me. ;)
In a few weeks I'm going to my mother's house to help her move. My mom is a pack rat extrodinaire. Walking in the front door with the intention of cleaning packing and organizing all her crap is daunting. The trick is to not focus on the whole house. Start in one room or one corner of one room. Then another, then another.\r
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Your life's problems can be approached in the same way. If you start looking at every situation, work, wife, friends, church, and so forth it will get overwhelming when you take it as a whole. Start by taking a good look at what's troubling you in one area. Then one problem in that area. Forget the rest. What can you do to improve that one problem in that one area? Once you tackle that problem, let it go. Move on to the next.\r
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My guess is, if you're like me, you'll find that you have little to no control over the issues that seem to plague you in a given moment. Once you find what you can't control, then there's no reason to worry about it any more. \r
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I can't control the trouble my brother gets into. I still hope that he finds a better way but ultimately, while it makes me sad sometimes, I can't dwell on that which I have no control over. The problems I can control I do my best to approach in a appropriate manner and once addressed, leave it. Life keeps moving forward.\r
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You have my number.
I feel your pain. One of the toughest times of my life was trying to get a loved one into rehab.
Hey Bro, Im here for you man. Hang in there, things will work out in the end.
thanks gang