O my Father—O Father of mine? Thanks for Your everlasting patience with this child of Yours. Thanks for this private place where I can pitch my fits for Your eyes only. Thanks for setting me from codependency on Ahmad or anyone else. What? Where that word ‘codependency’ popped into my mind and then unto the keyboard?
That word so freely used in my psychiatric treatment time, not once before now, the thought of it came into my mind.
Definition of codependency
: a psychological condition or a relationship in which a person is controlled or manipulated by another who is affected with a pathological condition (such as an addiction to alcohol or heroin); broadly : dependence on the needs of or control by another
So that’s what this whole episode been about. So that’s been the hold up between Ahmad & I? Wow! What a revelation! And how timely!
- The truth to set me free dawn on me.
- Perhaps, just perhaps that’s the sneaky hold keeping so many in the shackles of unforgiveness! Wow!
I freely pitched my fit. “I can’t forgive Ahmad!” I shouted up high!
I wept in the agony of another broken relationship! Bitter memories clouded my shining flame of motherly love for Ahmad.
“Family? Loving family? I have no family. I have no one! I am alone!”
My weeping ceased. My world became still. Wisdom knocking at the door of my heart.
Are you hungry? Your cooking is ready. Go ahead and eat. You’ll feel better and more together. There are Kindred Spirits knocking at your Inbox. Ha!
Dear friends—my Kindred Spirits, the tears of joy are moistening my eyes with this amazing opportunity to add the most essential information about this post.
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Breaking the shackles.
How can we bring a better world around of forgiveness and love, if we cannot even forgive ourselves or hold grudges to those who have wronged us?
On and off half of my life, from 1962-2007, was spent in the Mental Health world seeking for relief of my mental insanity. The last 12 years of that period almost destroyed me for good, but!
