Tag: fear
Fear by Thich Nhat Hanh.
Since I find it hard to find time to stop and read a book, I decided to do it and share more relevant parts with you. “Fear” by Thich Nhat Hanh was one of the books on the list. My podcasts are now on the You Tube Channel. To spare your time, you can seek for “Coping with PTSD Beautiful Trauma” and you will find me. Merry Xmas. Continue reading Fear by Thich Nhat Hanh.
Brian Clark and 9/11. On a positive note.
When I first started this blog, I wanted to put black on white my personal experience refered to PTSD after Paris attacks. First, because I felt a need to leave a legacy, and second, I wanted to share my journey to Self discovery and possibly, to different ways to get better and, yes, change your life. During two years I have been writing every day, a memoir, in case I turned into madness, or long term memory loss, or something very bad could happen to me. Well, I have felt in danger, as if I was going to die, for … Continue reading Brian Clark and 9/11. On a positive note.
Krishnamurti and …Discovering Your Own Talent.
“Thinking brings fear.” Continue reading Krishnamurti and …Discovering Your Own Talent.
What’s PTSD?
If you agree, we – as human beings – were born to be a whole, balanced, and strongindividuals. Greek philosophers, and physicians, say that the natural state of things is calm and, sophrology – the science that studies the Consciousness – promotes body, mind and spirit harmony (SOS = free from diseases, balances. PHREN = diaphragm, emotional heart and by extension, spirit, conscience. LOGOS = Science, study, speech). So, naturally, PTSD occur as a consequence of a lack of it. The fact is that you don’t realize at which cost, until your life becomes a mess, when you finally admit that something has broken, and you need help to fix it. It can be a physical wound, or invisible, when it concerns heart and soul, … Continue reading What’s PTSD?
Still I Rise.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it … Continue reading Still I Rise.
