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Before and After Stories
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Sex, love and married life
I was a shy child and never really felt like I connected to anyone growing up, so it was a surprise, or maybe I should call it a relief, that a man would take an interest in me at the age of 19.
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A mirror’s reflection
I realised that sitting for up to an hour in front of myself while at the hairdresser created a feeling of unease and real discomfort. I simply could not face my own reflection.
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From dent to tend
I am tired of the self-denting thoughts of shame and regret; they are exhausting and kind of pointless. Next time I ‘dent the table’, I can see it differently—as a lesson to learn from, that’s it, so simple.
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Finding my way out of mental illness
I saw the world as a harsh scary place where you had to be tough in order to survive, and I didn’t see how gentleness could help me survive it.
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A stop light moment
How often do you stop to feel how much tension you are holding in your body? Could these stop moments support us to let go of worrying thoughts?
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Before and after love
I have a powerful memory of love. I was about 2 years old and sitting on my grandfather’s lap with the sun streaming through the nearby window.
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Letting people in
I remember being very little, and just loving people and letting people in – meaning, letting them into my heart and being open and transparent and letting them see all of me.
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Before and after a murder in the family
Ten or so years ago I was a very sad, miserable, withdrawn and ill woman … I was hurting and feeling shattered by the cold-blooded murder of my brother.
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From feeling a victim to living a joyful life
Regina shares that when she was growing up, she felt totally misunderstood and a victim of life. So, she learnt to shut down; to shut herself away from a world that she found way too hard to live in.
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Enough
For most of my life I have never thought I was good enough. I am pretty sure I didn’t feel this as a really young child, but as I grew I can see now how the idea ballooned one breath at a time . . .