And then it happened...
Možná máš pocit, že máš vše a všechno je v pořádku. Že máš svůj život pod kontrolou. Ale někde uvnitř může být něco, co tě tlačí - necítíš
se naplněně a životně spokojená/ý. A tak stále přemýšlíš a točíš se
v bludném kruhu. Možná cítíš vyčerpanost, možná pocit, že pořád musíš něco dokazovat a zasloužit si své místo v životě. A tak si možná říkáš otázka: „Tohle je vše? To je ten smysl života?“
Chápu tě. Sama jsem si tím prošla. Bylo období kdy jsem propadala dokonce silně úzkostlivým stavům, pocitům marnosti a méněcennosti, ale i díky nim jsem začala hledat svou cestu, kterou jsem našla.
Našla jsem se pochopení sebe samé a začala se učit dovednosti, nezbytné pro život, které nás ve škole ani doma naučili.
Například:
Jak pečovat o svou psychiku a tělo, jak pracovat s myslí a emocionální inteligencí, vědět kdo jsem a co je moje životní cesta.
Nevěděla jsem, že nevím, jak reagovat a vypořádat se s tvrdými výzvami života, a tak když se v mých 13 letech udála tragická autonehoda, kde jsem čelila smrti mého taťky, bojování o život mé mamky a nemohla jsem nic dělat než čekat 2 hodiny, než nás našel kolem jdoucí rybář, protože jsem měla zlomené kosti v těle. Tohle a co se dělo měsíce poté, kdy jsem byla bez rodiny na několik měsíců, mělo fatální dopad na můj život.
10 years later, another tragedy...
The tragic accident and the death of my dad cemented and cemented that feeling of abandonment from my childhood, which prevented me from opening up to relationships with men. I was terrified to open my heart to anyone again because that would mean feeling love again and admitting vulnerability. I was always overcome with fear that I might lose that loved one again, so I preferred to push everyone away...
So when I was 23, I met Pierre in Prague, where I lived for a few years. This man of French descent charmed me by knowing who he was and made me feel safe, supported and loved. I felt that he truly loved me for who I was, even with all the pain. And the fact that someone accepted me with everything I didn't know and so it even scared me. How am I supposed to believe that after all these years someone actually cares about me? Ugh. Admitting it meant opening up to love and feeling again.
Because my mind and emotions remembered so well the immense pain I had felt in the past, I panicked. I absolutely didn't know what to do, so I gave up hope of a loving and supportive relationship, and instead broke up with Pierre. He told me that I was the only one he had ever felt that kind of love for, and I gave his life meaning.
Through my own pain, I could say nothing more than I was sorry and I said goodbye. A week later, his best friend texted me that Pierre had been in a tragic accident and
died...
The tragic accident and the death of my dad cemented and cemented that feeling of abandonment from my childhood, which prevented me from opening up to relationships with men. I was terrified to open my heart to anyone again because that would mean feeling love again and admitting vulnerability. I was always overcome with fear that I might lose that loved one again, so I preferred to push everyone away...
So when I was 23, I met Pierre in Prague, where I lived for a few years. This man of French descent charmed me by knowing who he was and made me feel safe, supported and loved. I felt that he truly loved me for who I was, even with all the pain. And the fact that someone accepted me with everything I didn't know and so it even scared me. How am I supposed to believe that after all these years someone actually cares about me? Ugh. Admitting it meant opening up to love and feeling again.
Because my mind and emotions remembered so well the immense pain I had felt in the past, I panicked. I absolutely didn't know what to do, so I gave up hope of a loving and supportive relationship, and instead broke up with Pierre. He told me that I was the only one he had ever felt that kind of love for, and I gave his life meaning.
Through my own pain, I could say nothing more than I was sorry and I said goodbye. A week later, his best friend texted me that Pierre had been in a tragic accident and
died...
The tragic accident and the death of my dad cemented and cemented that feeling of abandonment from my childhood, which prevented me from opening up to relationships with men. I was terrified to open my heart to anyone again because that would mean feeling love again and admitting vulnerability. I was always overcome with fear that I might lose that loved one again, so I preferred to push everyone away...
So when I was 23, I met Pierre in Prague, where I lived for a few years. This man of French descent charmed me by knowing who he was and made me feel safe, supported and loved. I felt that he truly loved me for who I was, even with all the pain. And the fact that someone accepted me with everything I didn't know and so it even scared me. How am I supposed to believe that after all these years someone actually cares about me? Ugh. Admitting it meant opening up to love and feeling again.
Because my mind and emotions remembered so well the immense pain I had felt in the past, I panicked. I absolutely didn't know what to do, so I gave up hope of a loving and supportive relationship, and instead broke up with Pierre. He told me that I was the only one he had ever felt that kind of love for, and I gave his life meaning.
Through my own pain, I could say nothing more than I was sorry and I said goodbye. A week later, his best friend texted me that Pierre had been in a tragic accident and
died...
The tragic accident and the death of my dad cemented and cemented that feeling of abandonment from my childhood, which prevented me from opening up to relationships with men. I was terrified to open my heart to anyone again because that would mean feeling love again and admitting vulnerability. I was always overcome with fear that I might lose that loved one again, so I preferred to push everyone away...
So when I was 23, I met Pierre in Prague, where I lived for a few years. This man of French descent charmed me by knowing who he was and made me feel safe, supported and loved. I felt that he truly loved me for who I was, even with all the pain. And the fact that someone accepted me with everything I didn't know and so it even scared me. How am I supposed to believe that after all these years someone actually cares about me? Ugh. Admitting it meant opening up to love and feeling again.
Because my mind and emotions remembered so well the immense pain I had felt in the past, I panicked. I absolutely didn't know what to do, so I gave up hope of a loving and supportive relationship, and instead broke up with Pierre. He told me that I was the only one he had ever felt that kind of love for, and I gave his life meaning.
Through my own pain, I could say nothing more than I was sorry and I said goodbye. A week later, his best friend texted me that Pierre had been in a tragic accident and
died...
