I want to die, and if I can’t, then I’ll talk about how bad
Aug 2, 2014 21:51:04 GMT 10
Post by James on Aug 2, 2014 21:51:04 GMT 10
I want to die, and if I can’t, then I’ll talk about how bad I feel.
April and May
A: Ah May, it’s no good I woke up again this morning. Why can’t I just die in my sleep, I hate being here, I hate the world, I hate my nothing meaningless waste-of-time life.
M: Oh too bad April, and it was the same for me. No matter how much I pray to God to die, to take me during the night, to take me anytime, He refuses to listen to my prayers. So it’s another day of feeling bad and expressing those feelings.
A: Yes, I agree and I feel rotten today, I have a stinkingly bad headache and I refuse to take any pills, my legs feel like lead, I have a sniffly nose, and I feel depressed - all more good bad feelings I can feel bad about.
M: I’m so happy for you feeling so bad, so many bad feelings, all the more yuk that can come up out of your today. And please tell me all about how you’re feeling and how feeling so bad is making you feel. I’m all ears, and as I can’t move into spirit and carry on over there with all my inner pain and suffering, so I may as well listen to you and tell you all how bad I feel.
A: Yes, please do May, you go first, my sore head is not going away in a hurry, so we can sit down and be as bad as we feel together and listen to each others misery. The jug has just boiled, I’ll make us a nice cuppa and then you can start. I want nothing more than to hear all how bad you too are feeling. And I have all the time in the world for you to drown in your misery as you bring it all up. I’m looking forward to what it will help show you about yourself today, I do love gaining more of an understanding of where you are coming from. So do start my dear girl.
M: I feel so anxious about...
Wouldn’t it be good to be open and free to speak about dying and wanting to die and wishing you could die and all the bad feelings you feel about yourself and your life?
April and May
A: Ah May, it’s no good I woke up again this morning. Why can’t I just die in my sleep, I hate being here, I hate the world, I hate my nothing meaningless waste-of-time life.
M: Oh too bad April, and it was the same for me. No matter how much I pray to God to die, to take me during the night, to take me anytime, He refuses to listen to my prayers. So it’s another day of feeling bad and expressing those feelings.
A: Yes, I agree and I feel rotten today, I have a stinkingly bad headache and I refuse to take any pills, my legs feel like lead, I have a sniffly nose, and I feel depressed - all more good bad feelings I can feel bad about.
M: I’m so happy for you feeling so bad, so many bad feelings, all the more yuk that can come up out of your today. And please tell me all about how you’re feeling and how feeling so bad is making you feel. I’m all ears, and as I can’t move into spirit and carry on over there with all my inner pain and suffering, so I may as well listen to you and tell you all how bad I feel.
A: Yes, please do May, you go first, my sore head is not going away in a hurry, so we can sit down and be as bad as we feel together and listen to each others misery. The jug has just boiled, I’ll make us a nice cuppa and then you can start. I want nothing more than to hear all how bad you too are feeling. And I have all the time in the world for you to drown in your misery as you bring it all up. I’m looking forward to what it will help show you about yourself today, I do love gaining more of an understanding of where you are coming from. So do start my dear girl.
M: I feel so anxious about...
Wouldn’t it be good to be open and free to speak about dying and wanting to die and wishing you could die and all the bad feelings you feel about yourself and your life?
