The meaning of Personal Integrity is, doing your very BEST, and letting nothing deter you.
For the past few decades, people have called me for help, and I direct em to my YouTube videos and articles that may help ‘em sort thru their confusion and despair~ or I lend ‘em some solid direction, if I can sense they’re open to it. They often tell me they're seeing a "wonderful therapist who's very good," at which point I ask, if you're getting your needs met by this individual, then why the fuck are you calling Me??
It appears that too few people know themselves well enough to discern what their needs even ARE. They're so cut-off and disconnected from their emotions, they can't sense what's missing, nor know how to point themselves in a direction that might yield positive results for 'em.
I find this tragic. Especially when they're in their 60's and struggling with not going back over and over again to a BPD lover who alternates between being tender and terrorizing to them. These people struggle with poor self-worth, anxiety issues, health concerns, etc. All because they learned during early childhood to dissociate from a litany of emotions they were taught were unacceptable and "wrong" to feel.
Our planet is rife with these poor souls. Absolutely jam-packed with ‘em! And these issues they unendingly struggle with are sanctioned as "normal," because they've become so commonplace. People just learn to live with this shit, year to year, decade to decade . . . 'cause nobody showed ‘em when they were tiny, that Life and Love didn't have to be hard. That these two elements were nourishing, joyful, secure, safe, and meant to be enjoyed, rather than feared and rejected.
I have done what I could during this life to help folks learn how to heal themselves. First, in my one-on-one work, and later in YouTube videos, articles, online tutorials, etc. I can honestly say when I look back over the course of my entire entire healing career, I gave it my best shot.
Perhaps I've made a minuscule dent in mankind's pain. But if I haven't, it wasn't for lack of trying~ that's for damned sure! I’ve always believed that if I saved just one life, I’d have done a good job during the time I was given here. I’m very grateful to have far exceeded that aim. For me, those additional victories have felt like frosting on the cake. Bonuses, if you will… and what a fortunate gal I’ve been, to have had those opportunities to change the world for the better, one life at a time.
I can relate in some ways. I used to wonder if I had done enough, should I continue and do more. However, after a decade plus of being involved in supporting male survivors of domestic violence for me it was time to move on. Although I felt we had made inroads the time just wasn’t right to continue on that path, at least for me. Too much opposition to our mission, too much money invested in keeping the status quo. Many helpline callers were dealing with partners that appeared to have undiagnosed serious mental health issues. These callers didn’t want to leave, they loved their partner, they just wanted their partner fixed. I loved the work but at times it was like paddling up stream.
You have made more than a dent in my life, which in turn made a dent in many others I’ve come in contact with including the puppies I’ve been able to help through your guidance and loving support. Like a drop of water in a pond. It ripples out.