The Biggest Reason We Can’t Move On Is Rooted In Our Childhood

Hi. Cellophane here.

We may not realize it, but every moment we live through, from being fetuses in the womb until the moment we grow old enough to embark on our own adventure of life, has an effect on the person we become as adults.

I know that everybody has different beliefs when it comes to regression therapy, but I tried it once with a YouTube video I once saw featuring Brian Weiss, an American psychiatrist who uses hypnotherapy to help patients delve into their past lives. Before I watched the video, I thought it might be impossible to actually experience anything. As I closed my eyes, followed Weiss’s instructions, and drifted off to several different stages of my past life, including a moment of myself in the womb, I came to realize that my time in the womb was turbulent.

What I remember the most about my time under hypnosis was the dread and isolation I felt while he made us go back to the womb. As I came back from that moment, tears fell from my eyes involuntarily. I had no control. I just felt so much sadness and the sense of being suffocated, like I wasn’t wanted.  It drove me to ask my mom if there were problems with my dad before I was born or if there was ever talk of me perhaps being aborted. She looked at me and didn’t answer, but deep down in my gut, I knew there was some truth to my question.

My whole life is not decided by that single experience, but it explains as I try to remember my childhood. A lot of bad things happened to me as a kid that I’ve created a wall to block out my memories to the point that I don’t remember years at a time. I remember some things because I’ve been told stories, but I only seem to remember the bad stuff. It’s weird. There are also moments where I feel as if I might have been molested or sexually abused in my youth because I don’t like people touching me. It bothers me a lot, but I truly don’t know.

After all of my experiences, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is quite difficult to move on when our childhoods are riddled with events that were out of our control because of the decisions our parents, guardians, or relatives made. It’s something we have to move forward with so we can embrace the past.

I may not have been wanted, but I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.  I might as well reduce my agony and try to overcome the demons of my past so I can enjoy the future.

Being positive is sure to bring good things. As much as my life brings me down, at least I’m still physically and mentally capable to change the course my life has taken.

Let me know your experience with past life regression and what your childhood was like in the comments or send me an email if you’d like. 

How Do You Bounce Back After A Shitty Day?

Hi. Cellophane here.

I hate when my mother drinks. She’s not a drunk per se, but every time she drinks it drives me fucking insane. I’m sorry if I cuss more than normal, but I can’t take it anymore. My whole life I’ve tried to help my parents, my mom especially, but I can’t help someone who’s so far gone. It’s a fucking mess. It’s all a fucking mess.

My mom’s been through a lot of shit and I should be understanding, but how much shit do I have to shovel before I get through to her? How many times do I have to plead with her that drinking isn’t going to chase the fucking demons away?

I’m trying to make sense of my life, but I can’t take any more of her shit piled on top of my shit. I can’t. I won’t. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Who do I turn to? Who the fuck is supposed to help me in my time of need? God won’t hear my prayers because he lets her continue to fuck up her own self by letting her give in to her vices. A psychologist won’t do shit because it’s all talk and cost a shit ton of money.

The only thing I want to do these days is end my life, but I can’t. I fucking can’t because of my siblings. Who are they going to lean on? I’m so fucking tired.

I’m sorry for ranting like a lunatic, but I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know who to ask for help.

If I was brought into this life for this shit, then fuck it all to hell.

Fuck it all.

 

 

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