First day of washout.
Having started Chosen From Within just days ago, I’ve had different thoughts and desires, which are good. I think specifics would help here.
Sometimes I’d be hating on myself, and I’d come here to write. I’d feel pain, and I’d inevitably share how helpless I felt. I’d feel bad about that, and I’d try to not ask for help, though I wanted it. It’s old training from childhood, me still playing the script of being a helpless, dependent little brother.
CFW offers something different. To be honest, comparing old and new next to each other has me in a state of disbelief. It’s not loud. It’s just very real and personal.
Yesterday I did 2 loops. Too much for me, but no recon. I felt sappy during the second loop. And I never felt that internal self-hate rant going on throughout my day. Never. I faced some normal choices of doing old pain-making behavior or making new choices, and I did do some changeups. I felt better about myself, and I made the choice to do small things I could feel good about.
Love. Talking about love. This is about loving myself now, then sharing it.
I watched a movie last night about families in a community taking in foster children after their foster home burnt down. The main adult character was unwilling to help out. but his dad took the lead and took 2 children in since they lived together. It was a simple, beautiful story.
I was still dreaming this morning, and my attention was me being in that town in the movie. These were normal people with normal lives. Nothing loud or exciting. But the main character had friends who loved him. And he loved them, just being himself.
I want that. I really do. I know all the things I don’t want. My mind tries to pull me towards them constantly. But CFW is running interference and winning. Love just feels better.
I want that.