Growing more Courage to change the things I can, deepening my Serenity to accept the things I cannot change...

And amplifying my WISDOM to know the difference.

Soon after my home burned, I received a brief VM from a male who apparently carries a grudge against me. This felt confusing, because I’m not a person who tends to collect enemies. Quite the opposite in fact, is true (unless you read rantings from Borderlines online about me, in which case, perhaps you oughta consider the source).

This call mighta been from a former personality disordered client whom I cared a lot about and tried passionately to help recover from a toxic BPD relationship, and begin to actually heal from the abusive psychiatrist father and psychologist mother who routinely beat him down as a child, rather than lovingly nurturing his capacity to develop genuine self-worth as he approached adolescence.

Shrink’s kids are the MOST fucked up people you’ll ever meet, ‘cause their parents operate only from intellect in parenting practices, rather than from an intuitive, feeling and empathic place within. Overly cerebralized individuals have been analyzing their emotions (which is a child’s dissociative survival tool) since around the age of two. It’s a defense against feelings of depression, anxiety, loneliness and inner emptiness.

But I’ve digressed. His message went something like, “oooh, sounds like dangerous stuff… but now the joke’s on You.” Apparently, the damage done to this poor soul during infancy and early childhood is irreversible (God knows I tried), and solid granite has filled the space inside his chest where a human heart is supposed to be beating.

I still pray for clients like this~ that somehow, someday, they’ll find the help and guidance they’ve needed since they were toddlers, which is where their emotional and moral development got stunted. May God have mercy on their souls.