deshiftSenior Contributor
Day Dreamer; Night Wanderer
Hello Everyone!
It's always good to have something just for me, so I will tell a bit of my story, and maybe some of it will be told as I go. I never tell it the same way twice, and this time I want to focus on what I have achieved because of me, rather than focus on what has happened to me because of others, so if I drift off that path, please feel free to plonk me back on it!
I had a hard time being in my headspace since I can remember, I would wake from a dream and it would still be happening around me. I quickly figured out I had to keep my mouth shut to survive a very toxic small town inertia, and that feeling of being on my own, figuring things out on my own persisted into my mid thirties. Especially the shamanic experience I had in my late teens, that took me 14 years to condense into "Our intent proceeds the manifestation of your reality." I learned to meditate, and being a natural lucid dreamer, I could astral travel at will without even knowing it was some others' life time aspiration. 2 years ago I fought off and nearly eviscerated a sleep paralysis demon, which I could speak about at great length (another time). If it triggers you that dreams are real, and the realms are a place you can visit, then I apologise in advance, and maybe this thread isn't for you. But please do not attempt to gaslight me with notions such as "Dreams are all in your mind, they are an extension of, blah blah woof woof..." I am based in my spirituality, and unwavering in my resolve.
And that is the crux of what I'm not supposed to speak about, (but don't worry, I will resist from any mention of Harry Potter, or anything else that could frighten the muggles). Being diagnosed schizo; being detained and locked up for psychosis; being gaslit about the fundamental nature of reality; being forced to confess to falsehoods; being chemically controlled; stigmatised; discriminated; marginalised; institutionalised; ostracised; ridiculed; bullied; (and the rest which is more triggering for some); is like the only truth from Tyler Durden's character in Fight Club (the rest of the movie was deceitful) but "... our war is a spiritual war, and our Great Depression, our lives." AND I SURVIVED IT ALL.
I asked for help when the time came to give in. I learned to love myself when I had hated it for so long. I practised compassion and cooperation and set boundaries, and then I gently enforced them. I closed people out of my space, and I let loving people in. I gave up on nightmares, and started listening to my guide. THEN I started listening to my heart. I just finished a huge spiritual chapter in my life that has been running ongoing, without an end in sight for nearly 12 months, and I don't even know if I passed the final test, or if it's about to happen.
I don't know if I will ever recover from shattering my mind, but I still live life like I did before, there's days where I don't suffer, and days where I'm laughing and cheering myself, and then there's days where I just look after myself with a little help from my support.
I hope I can contribute something here, and share in the feelings of your journeys you share with us all, and please don't hesitate to ask cooperative questions, I'm an open book for people that show me love, empathy, courage and authenticity.
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deshift