Showing posts with label giving up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giving up. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 November 2020

Day 243: Ruthless


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that the mind is ruthless

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that the mind is ruthless in its constant bombardment towards giving up and giving in


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see the ruthless nature of the mind in setting oneself up to give up, give in through a myriad of reasons, excuses and justifications


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that I have been ruthless in my acceptance and allowance of the mind - accepting and allowing for much destruction in denying and hiding from what is here - where there is a dark side that ‘doesn’t care’, that doesn’t care who gets hurt, who gets fucked up as long as I can hold on to my self-interest and do not want to budge from this


I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not care about myself 


I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to pretend to care about myself but in the dark corners of my mind plan my own demise


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that I have de-manned myself and have become demonic 


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that there is a gift within this - as this nature indicates and shows that Ruthlessness has been lived, but has not been lived in a supportive and constructive manner - but has been lived regardless and can be redirected and re-focussed


I commit myself to live ruthlessness in a constructive manner, in favour of life instead of its destruction


I commit myself to turn my weakness into my strength


I commit myself to daily find moments to be ruthless with myself within self-care - real self-care


Wednesday, 28 October 2020

Day 234: Giving Up


I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to want to give up

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to buy into the illusion of giving up


I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that I can give up


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that when all is apparently lost, then there is nothing more to lose and everything to gain


I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that throughout not giving up or giving up or being in limbo - I am still here, I have always been here and will remain here







Friday, 8 February 2013

Day 178: Fail-You-Are - Redefining Failure

Currently the world failure for me is a point of “I fucked up”, “I can’t do this – I am done with” -- where I made a mistake and now I am defined by this point to the extent of it having become an ‘inability’ of mine.

So let’s look at the sounding of the word ‘Failure’

Fail Ure

Fail You Are

Fear Lure

Fa I ll - I in Fall


Within this it is clear that Failure holds an energetic charge of ‘taking things personally’ – where if I fall – I am defined by that fall and within doing so the fall becomes a fail and I am a Failure.

Failure and Fail also come from the Latin word ‘Fallere’ which can also be interpreted as ‘to deceive’. What I see within this is that when I take on the point of ‘I am a Failure’ – it’s also a point of self-deception as self-sabotage – where if I make myself the failure then ‘all is lost’ and there is nothing more for me to do. So it’s in essence an abdication of Self-Responsibility – Because if I Fall and I don’t put myself / I into the fall where it becomes a ‘Fa I l’ – then I am able to just observe what happened, see where things went wrong and correct myself. But if I am the Failure, then I integrate the Fall into myself as a Failure and then that’s the end of the story.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to take falling personal

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to when I fall submerge myself in an energetic experience of failure as self-defeatism where I allow the point of falling to become a burden I carry as an extension of myself and where I accept and allow myself to define myself as this point of falling within experiencing myself as a failure

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to take it personal when I fall and turn it into a fail wherein I make the point in which I fell as something which is final and within that do not give myself the time and space to correct myself and change within learning from my fall

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that participating within failing and failure is a form of self-deception as self-sabotage where one deliberately give up on self in order to forgo the alternative of taking responsibility for the fall and in fact changing/correcting within learning from the fall as a point of self-empowerment

When and as I see myself participate within an energetic experience of failure and think thoughts in the likes of “I am such a failure” – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that I am sabotaging myself within denying myself the opportunity to learn and change and rather wanting to give up - and so I commit myself to investigate my starting point within myself , towards myself and whether I am really actually engaged in Real Self-Change or whether I am just screwing around and within that I commit myself to breathe , ground myself within and as my physical body and learn from the fall in humbleness and take it into a practical walk of change/correction within seeing and realising where things were in misalignment and how I can do things differently to specify my self-application

So a new definition for Failure could be:

When one has fallen and defined oneself according to the fall within taking the point personal. Within doing so one has given one’s power away within holding on to the point within which one has fallen instead of taking self-responsibility and learning from the mistake and utilising the fall as an opportunity to correct and change

So now whenever the point of Failure pops up in my reality I know what I am participating within and can re-align/correct myself out of my mindfuck :-)

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Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Day 177: Ana - I Failed You

This blog is part of my Eating Disorder Series that I am walking, and specifically in continuation to: Day 167: The Big Fall  and Day 169: Turning my Back on Anorexia, Anorexia turning its Back on Me

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel and consider myself to be a failure for not having been able to push through within continuing to participate within my Eating Disorder

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have interpred my "Big Fall" as the confirmation point that I am a failure and will never get anywhere in Life because I can't stick to anything

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have placed all my self-worth and self-value within this one point of pursuing and maintaining an Eating Disorder where I placed all my hopes into this one point and thus when I didn't persevere in this one point as ED I deemed myself as a complete failure and waste of space and within that I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have gone and stuffed myself to confirm / affirm that I am a failure and I will never get anywhere so I might as well stuff myself to shit as "if I'm not going to get anywhere in Life I might as well enjoy stuffing myself and getting an energy high from food"

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have locked myself into a mode of self-defeat from that day onwards -- where whatever I do and whatever I participate in, it is never good enough and I will never be good enough because I have already proven to myself that I can't commit to something to a point of completion

I forgive myself that I haven't accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that my Eating Disorder did not end that day but merely took a 180 turn where I went into the opposite polarity of 'not caring what I eat' and 'stuffing myself' where I then only cared about the energetic experience / charge I would get from eating tasty food which is again eating from a Mind perspective and not actually taking into consideration what foods would actually assist and support my body and thus still existing within a pattern of self-destruction and self-neglect

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to after my 'Big Fall' have gone into a polarity experience whereby I now stuffed myself with all the foods I had denied myself for so long and gaining lots of weight

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to actually believe that my relationship towards food and eating was now one of 'Not caring' as if I was totally "cool" and "fine" with eating whatever I wanted and carried this attitude from a point of superiority in terms of "Look at me, I'm not superficial, I don't care about this whole "be skinny thing" just eat what you like and love yourself" -- not seeing and realising that I had taken on this attitude from a starting point of Spite wherein I wanted to push away / say 'fuck you' in the face of anorexia as if I was "over it" and where anorexia wasn't "good enough for me" wherein I took on a diminishing / demeaning stance towards anorexia/bulimia/ed to hide the fact that it was actually I who felt rejected, diminished, demeaned and not good enough in face of Anorexia as I had failed -- but instead put up a 'tough front' in order to not having to face these feelings and hiding from myself

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to take on a stance of 'I don't care' towards food and eating as an easy way out / quick fix for not having to deal with my inner turmoil

I forgive myself that I haven't accepted and allowed myself to have given myself the time and space to properly work through this point but instead allowed myself to drag this burden around for years without seeing and realising how much this memory/experience was still affecting me within my every day life

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that because I failed maintaining an Eating Disorder that this means that I am a failure

I forgive myself that I haven't accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that having and maintaining an Eating Disorder is not sustainable and would have ended at some point or another as in the end the Physical perishes in order to maintain one's imagination and fantasies of being skinny

I forgive myself that I haven't accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that not persevering with an Eating Disorder does not automatically imply that I am a failure, but is a decision that I made for myself within myself

I forgive myself that I haven't accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that I do not have to see / define / experience myself as a failure for not having persevered within pursuing/maintaining an Eating Disorder

I forgive myself that I haven't accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that the only thing I failed at was valuing myself as a Being rather than an image/picture presentation

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have only valued myself in so far that I could stick within maintaining an Eating Disorder instead of valuing myself as Life
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Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Day 167: The Big Fall

This blog is a continuation to:
Day 155: Introduction – Starving Myself

Day 156: Wanting Passion and Purpose in Life

Day 157: Generating an Eating Disorder – The Power of Thought - Part 1
Day 158: Generating an Eating Disorder - The Power of Images - Part 2
Day 159: Generating an Eating Disorder – The Power of Writing – Part 3
Day 160: Eating Disorders and Contradictions

Day 161: Become an Image and be Treated as an Image
Day 162: Eating Disorders and Unforetold Consequences
Day 163: Mistaking Obsession for Passion
Day 164: Eating Disorders as Perfection of Mind Dominance
Day 165: Eating Disorders and Real Self-Perfection
Day 166: From Anorexia to Bulimia


I mentioned in one of my previous blogs that I rather did not want to do the whole puking thing, because it seemed like too much of a hassle.

So now that I was in the position where I felt "forced" to puke, because otherwise I would not be able to move/progress any further -- I found the whole puking thing rather interesting. It was as if I had found a 'loophole' or 'cheat'.

Where I had previously been quite strict with myself in terms of my food intake and not eating anything besides that which would 'give me away' -- I now started indulge in bits and pieces. Because now I could tell myself that 'it's alright - you can just puke it out later again, no harm done'. But after doing some 'little' indulging (like say, one slice of chips, or a taste of something sweet) -- I suddenly had this wave or more like tsunami run over me, where I just broke down and STUFFED myself. I had been starving myself for sooo long and not eating any of the foods I so loved before -- and now with this 'cheat': I just caved in. I ate and I ate and I ate and I did not stop until I was as stuffed as I could be. And then the tears came, and the guilt and the shame and the throwing up. I struggled for a while with that, where I would constantly move from one polarity to another, from total strictness to total stuffedness -- where I would deprive myself from foods for a while and then it would just backfire and BAM binge party.

In a way this was cool to really see how we live in polarity designs, going from one polarity to another like a very bouncy ball.

After having puked so much and it having had an impact on my body where I just couldn't handle puking anymore because of the blood and pain involved, I got really scared and wanted to stop. I figured that since I created this condition through deliberately managing my mind to bring about this type of behaviour -- I could now just reverse it using the same techniques again.

I was pretty confident that I could do this, it made sense that since I created it I could also uncreate it. Then I got in for a surprise, because it was not as easy as I thought. In the beginning of my endeavor (as mentioned in Day 157: Generating an Eating Disorder – The Power of Thoughts - Part 1 ) adapting thoughts typical to eating disorder behaviour was very hard as it wasn't automatic and I had to formulate and bring about each thought very specifically. However, as I had now progressed in time -- the thoughts were no longer 'forced' and had become completely automated. So while I thought that I could just 'quickly reverse it' -- I got faced with quite the opposite. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts, the images, the emotional experiences, the swearing at myself -- all those points I took so long to create and imprint within myself -- just wouldn't stop. They were there all the time, around every corner, within every reaction -- it had become my entire reality. Uh oh - crap...

So it was interesting to see how my 'plan' had actually manifested. All the time and energy invested in managing my mind in a forced way had accumulated in it integrating and becoming me. I was no longer controlling my thoughts, my thoughts were controlling me. I got a bit stressed a this point, because I had expected myself to remain 'in control' and now it was getting clear that I wasn't - how was I going to stop?

Then, at some point when I was at my lowest weight (about 52 kgs at 1.78m) and I had been doing the whole not eating thing for quite a long time, we went on a one week holiday by the coast. This was like one of my biggest fears, because I preferred school-time over holiday as this was the easiest time to avoid being around the watchful eyes of my parents. So now I had to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with my family every day -- and generally when our family would go on holidays, we'd also eat all the 'extras' -- so now I was eating all of those as well. And I couldn't risk to puke, because the apartment we were in was tiny so everyone would be able to hear me puke and it would be harder to cover up afterwards.

Everyday I would weight myself, and everyday I would see the indicator of the scale go up and up and up. I was in complete despair.

Then one day, we were about to eat mac and cheese for lunch -- and in that moment I just gave up. I had gained so much weight, while I had struggled for such a loooong time to lose it, and now it was back in a matter of DAYS. I just couldn't do it anymore - and then I caved and I caved hard and I stuffed myself and basically went 'fuck it, fuck this shit' and I cried and I cried. And I always remembered that moment as 'my fall'- almost like I was an angel that had fallen from heaven, into disgrace.

I never really understood how much that moment had affected me. Only a year or so ago, I was experiencing myself down, depressed and like a completely failure and I was writing about how I was experiencing myself and I just couldn't get 'where' this was coming from -- and then suddenly it just dawned to me - it was still an outflow of that one moment where I just gave up and crashed, and experienced myself as a huge failure and after that event, I never stopped experiencing that point, it just became 'who I am'. It's like the moment never stopped, it was still busy running.

I still tried once in a while to 'pick up' on it again, to try and start over, but it just didn't work out. So then I turned my back on that part of my life and slowly but surely went 'back to normal'.
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Monday, 8 October 2012

Day 72: I Can’t do This!

Just now I was busy preparing some pizza pieces to eat for dinner, and as I looked into the oven the one pizza piece’s corner, was hanging in between two of the bars of the oven rack on which the pieces were sitting – and when I saw it, I freaked out because I didn’t want my pizza to get messed up and also not to get the oven messed up by the pizza toppings dripping down to the bottom. I then screamed “LJ! LJ!” (because he was nearby), “Help me! Get a spatula!” lol So then LJ rushed in to come help save my pizza, and as he was busy manoeuvring the pizza piece to sit nicely on the rack without it flopping over one of the bars, it slid of the spatula, face down on the oven door which was open, and I was like “NOOOOOOOooo!!”. Then LJ had to go because the little gosling we took in was tweeting a lot and wanted some attention and I cleaned up the mess on the oven door.

So what happened within seeing the pizza piece not sitting right on the over rack, I freaked out because I feared it falling, and I have a tendency to be clumsy with these things as I anticipate things to go wrong and then they do because I am so occupied worrying about making a mistake that I don’t take the time to practically look at how to best move things around so that I can get what I want. So then instead of doing it myself, I will look for a guy around the house because they are quite good at these things, and then when LJ dropped the pizza I could be upset with him instead of myself, because I didn’t push myself beyond my own limitation but rather get someone else to do it, so that if they make a mistake, “I am not to blame” (which obviously I was).


I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to when dealing with a point where I have to move/manoeuvre things and I perceive myself to be “under pressure” to get it right because of circumstances such as hot plates or pans or heavy / sharp tools – anticipate me getting it wrong and messing things up – based on past experiences where I didn’t consider all the points within doing something and I messed up, or where I was busy trying something out and a guy intervened, saying I was doing it all wrong and then showing me how it’s done – where I have accepted and allowed myself to have created the idea that I am too clumsy to do this and that I should rather leave these points to guys as they seem to know what they are doing

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to when dealing with a point where I have to be specific in terms of how I handle/manoeuvre things around, and where I wasn’t specific and ‘messed things up’ – have taken it personal and immediately believed that I am “just too clumsy” to do this and that I should not bother trying it again

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to when dealing with a point where I have to be specific in terms of how I handle/manoeuvre things around, and where I was trying / figuring it out and someone intervened – have taken the intervention personal within the belief/perception/opinion that they must think that I am unable to do this – and within that I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see/realise/understand that this perception as projection was actually me making a decision for myself that I am unable to do this by myself

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to when dealing with a point where I have to be specific in terms of how I handle/manoeuvre things around, go into fear and anticipation where I believe I will mess up or someone will intervene, based on memories of the past – rather just skip the step of me trying and immediately get someone else to do it for me that I believe is good at these things within the belief that “this is not me” and “I cannot do this” – without for a moment stopping and allowing myself to let go of the fear and unconditionally walk through the point within the understanding that the worst thing that can happen is that I mess up and can learn from my mistake

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that I am not able to be specific within handling/manoeuvring things which require specificity and focus – where I’ve accepted and allowed myself to believe this to be a ‘guy’ thing and that I as a girl should just step back for a moment and let the guys do their thing

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to look at how guys assess situations in terms of having to handle/manoeuvre things specifically – and teach myself to do the same

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see and realise that guys weren’t born with the inherent ability to handle/manoeuvre things specifically, but that his was a skill which was learnt overtime, where they learn this skill specifically because of the nature of the work they do – and so I forgive myself that I haven’t accepted and allowed myself to see/realise/understand that it’s not a ‘gender’ or ‘gene’ thing – but about a learning process one goes through, where they probably also made a lot of mistake and found out how to do things specifically and so I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to hold back on trying things out based on the justification of ‘fear of making a mistake’

I forgive myself that I haven’t accepting and allowed myself to push through my own self-imposed limitations and allow myself to go through the necessary learning processes to become specific in terms of handling/manoeuvring things specifically

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to get someone else to do things for me because I fear making a mistake, and then get upset when they make a mistake and within that I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to expect more from another than I expect from myself

When and as I see myself being faced with a situation where I see something requires specific handling/manoeuvring such as moving a pizza slice just right so that it sits just nicely on the rack without flopping on any of its sides -- and react to this within an energetic reaction of fear – where I immediately create an experience of ‘pressure’ because of the ‘delicacy’ of the situation – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that just because something requires specificity in directing it does not mean that it is okay to freak out, it only means one is going to have to be specific – and so I commit myself to in those moments where I freak out within realising the specificity it is going to take to correct the situation, to breath, slow down and allow myself to assess the best way of how to deal/handle the situation and unconditionally allow myself to execute my plan

When and as I see myself being faced with a situation where I see something requires specific handling/manoeuvring such as moving a pizza slice just right so that it sits just nice on the rack without flopping/falling – and react to this within a point of self-defeat where I believe myself to just be “too clumsy” to handle this – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that this is just me accepting a definition of self-limitation, and so I commit myself to challenge my self-definition as self-limitation and prove myself wrong

When and as I see myself being faced with a situation where I see something requires specific handling/manoeuvring, and someone intervenes as I am busy figuring out how best to do it and I take it personally – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that the person intervening is merely stepping in for a moment to show how he/she has learnt how to handle the point specifically, where they within that moment noticed that I had not yet walked this point for myself and was somewhat struggling, and where they saw that they had already walked this point and decided within that moment to simply show/demonstrate how it is done so that I can shortcut my learning process and skip the ‘trials and errors’ as they had already walked these for themselves, and could now show me immediately how it is done – and so I commit myself to within those moments listen/watch attentively and not allow backchat to get the better of me and simply accept/embrace their support unconditionally

When and as I see myself reacting within fear/anticipation to a situation where I see something requires specific handling/manoeuvring, based on past memories where I messed things up and didn’t get it right from the first time – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that that was then and this is now, and I can either allow myself to go into fear and make the same mistake again or I can use the past to learn a lesson and move myself to specificity – and so I commit myself to stop, breathe, slow down and allow myself to check how to best deal with the situation and if I cannot figure it out on my own, ask for assistance/support from another to see what their feedback is and accordingly execute a plan according to what I assessed would be the best course of action

When and as I see myself being faced with a situation where I see something requires specific handling/manoeuvring – and access the belief of “this is a guy thing, and I am a girl, I should probably remove myself and get a guy to do this” – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that this skill is not ‘gender inherent’ and that it is a learnt skill, and so I commit myself to walk the learning process of acquiring and integrating this skill within and as me

When and as I see myself requesting the assistance of another from the starting point of fear of making a mistake and not wanting to be accountable for that mistake – I stop and I breathe – I see and realise that it is unacceptable to expect from another what I do not expect from myself and to then get upset at them if they do not match my expectation of them which is more than I expect from myself – and so I commit myself to push/move through my self-accepted limitations and allow myself to unconditionally test out a point without using the fear of making a mistake as a justification, as a mistake can only ever be an opportunity to learn something new/ to become more specific – unless I make the same mistake over and over as this would indicate a lack of self-commitment and self-responsibility 


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