Let’s start with the fact that I cannot trust my mind, I’m tempted to say I’m not normal, but then you got this collective voice of there is no normal, nobody is… though some people seem to lead a life that is closer to the blueprint of normal’s definition.
I cannot trust my mind because it has ill elements to it, I come from far, far away from manageable thoughts, I’m closer to something manageable, doesn’t make me “healthy” for that, but it’s manageable, I had a lot of dragon’s to slay, Hell, I couldn’t even get up before midday when I was young.
My thoughts are deviated and I do know that I suffer from some form of paranoia… Now I started subliminals a long time ago, and I must admit it helped a lot, a while ago I did decide to go to a shrink, I did that before in my life and it helped, somehow, with some things.
I was a drug addict for something like 18 years, I was frennetically destroying myself… I never knew the reason, lately I had a dream and then memories that gave me some insight, I will come back to it later. What I kind of recognize in my life is some pattern not far from those end flips the movie upside down which began with Usual suspects concerning cinematic art.
The keyword in the story is denial and how denial can influence your interpretation of reality and things happening around you. When you where saved from addiction you kind of get a message that you can live your day to day life while looking at yourself in a skewed mirror.
You are totally unaware at the mayhem you create of your life for the simple reason that it’s too painful, you are going so deep into the void of what you could be, driven by delusional goals and impression of the world around you that are completely false. You get saved from where you had to die, but the most difficult thing to accept is that after ten years and a bit of being clean and going to groups you’re still filled with delusions. Then you find subliminals, and because you still have a “we want the world and we want it now” quick fix mind you kind of get lost. Most of the people with an addictive mind start pushing, they are actually trying to get results faster, we live in the illusion of a shortcut, and if you’re in that model of the world, you’re mostly in denial of most of the reality that’s around you, you embellish it. A lot of us are in this kind of mindF**** cage where we are convinced we can get all the girls we want when at the same time there’s a wall that is being built between our goals our illusion and what is really happening to us.
I’m talking about myself while having the hunch that I’m not alone in it. Why, because it’s human, we all want that pill that will switch our whole world around in a minute. Some have been succesfull at some things, some haven’t. Some are able to aknowledge their successes, even if they’re small, some others wouldn’t see them if the whole world would come and tell them…
We want the green grass of the neighbour, most of the time forgetting our lawn, chasing after the neighbours image we have of their lawn and forget to mow our own.
Now I have the past of an active addiction, which in a way means that whatever I do, my mind is somehow built this way. The fact that I am aware of it helps, it’s not a solution, it doesn’t dissolve, I always have to be on my guard of myself, I always have to keep my boundaries in check.
Something I always hated, but that is pursuing me my whole life is the diminition of my first name. You know, when people make your name cute. I was dealing with it in therapy 20 years ago, I am still dealing with it and I hate it. Some will say I shouldn’t over analyse it, some people do it because they just like it… maybe… how I see it, it’s connected to my inner naivity and the fact that I have something very childish in me that is refuseing to grow, and I hate it still. Most of us want to be real men, some of us are, some of us are not… yes , subliminals will help, and it may help me to uncover things in my past that are pulling me back again and again like pulled by a thousand strings. I wish it was different…
When I was young I was fed with the idea from my surrounding that i was very talented and that I certainly will succeed in some form of art… I had shots at it and for some reason I cannot explain yet it was always castrated… I don’t think I can find a better word for it. Would it be the hairdresser that promised me an exhibition in a shopwindow project for artists, where I obsessively worked on a project to a meeting with the nephew of the ‘Pope of european modern art’ who would show my works to his uncle which never happened.
It happened again and again, and there where some exhibitions in bars and people’s places, and small stuff, and other promises not kept…
It may be unrelated, but it may not be. A drug addict when he just brought another episode of his life to ruins will think that by moving to another country it will help him stop using. He stops, for a while, and then in some blackout life experience, he falls again. I can’t even remember what happened, the ball just started rolling untill the machine was in full power of autodestruct.
It happens a lot. What I understood of it is that in most cases the addicts incapacity of dealing with life gets him to be hurt by the arrows life throws at him but that his mind is in such a denial mode that he tells himself everythings ok. He moved countries tried to build up again for him to see it all crumble again in front of his blind eyes… once his eyes are full of blood or tears, he uses, and does it unaware.
My mind is now telling me about some people reading me and asking themselves, what does it have to do with subliminals? And I may be wrong, I’m wrong as lot of times, I kind of learned to live with it.
I’m talking about all those times I am walking around in the world with all those women looking at me and me not doing anything… I’m far from being a virgin or something, I had my successes, but the relationships where short lived, sometimes the girl ended it, most of the time I did for reasons I can only qualify as crazy.
Now with the subliminals i am walking around as if I’m a god on earth… but I let the occasions go by… I let the opportunities walk past me to wake up a month or two later and asking the girl out. She has moved on, it’s a normal phenomenon, she shows you interest, she shows you interest, you’re not making a move, she finds herself a reason to let go, and she thinks you’re not man enough.
In my subjectivity I make up it’s not fear but excuses and reasons not to. I’m well aware it’s bull but it’s a prison I seem to not escape.
I switch subs, I go to other vendors, some more woowoo than others, I fill myself up with all kind of stuff like a turkey on thanksgiving… I see myself as some kind of strange monster. I am aware of that… I am aware of doing it all wrong… and still. Awareness is a first step but you don’t cross the street with a first step.
I have toned it down since last week… QZP maybe…
I have limited my qv2 custom loops 2 months ago, but let’s be honest, I was still using many woowoos in the mean while. Since a week I put all of them on the side, since a month and a half I am in therapy…
I’m talking for myself, I am well aware that for more balanced people it is a great help, for people like me it’s a tool, and it is very potent. But as much as I have a steady job (much lower than my capacity) I don’t have steady life, I’m keeping parts together and they always seem to fall apart for no reason.
So yes, from what I read here, we have a lot of users that are in a lot of denial and fear of success… and it’s natural that it is this way. I think that for me going in therapy is a wise choice.
Another difficulty I’m dealing with in my life is that of opening a journal, or starting to write for that matter, writing 2 posts, seeing nobody reacts and abandoning it. Hopping to something else… I kind of know I will do that again, I am doing it over and over and over…
I am grateful of not being an active addict anymore, I am grateful of being able to wake up in the morning and getting to my work most of the time earlier than requested. I am grateful of the fact I am steady at this job. But I need to stick to the other things, the things my dreams are made of.
I am sending a prayer to myself to be steady in my journaling, to learn not to listen too much to my paranoia and mind parasites.
There’s a lot more I have to write down here… this is my first post of this journal.
I will slowly divulge the subs I’m using.