As I grew up, in a family that was no stranger to hardship and quite strong twists of fate, there were two phrases I would hear from my caretakers (parents, grandparents, extended family, teachers, neighbors) that have shaped my reactions in my later professional and personal life.
I asked within, how am I helping? What is going on inside of me that creating a monster out of a disagreement? As it often happens, the answer seemed to have been prepared for a long time just waiting to be invited to the table.
People I thought would realize the special space I had welcomed them in and appreciate the act for what it was, used my words, my vulnerability and my struggles as weapons to attack me when something in my behavior did not suit their needs.
I started the book with the intention of discovering a bit of the puzzle surrounding my late brother’s overdose induced demise and … I found myself in the book more than I ever expected.
The part of myself I like the least and that frustrates and puzzles me the most is how affected (to read emotionally hijacked) I get by reactions that people have to my words and actions.
And when we are tempted, as we often are, to say, I have no choice, this is what my life is like, we still actually do have a choice. Because life is seldom what happens to us and so much more often how we interpret or how we perceive what happens to us.
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