My journey out of the darkness of depression. How I changed from not just surviving but thriving.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Quiet, Please
I used a visual thesaurus that put quiet at the center then distributed all the words that are in the thesaurus around the word. I emailed the very cool picture to myself and the computer trashed it. The link is http://www.visualthesaurus.com/ I took a picture of it with my Mac so you can see it. Very cool way to look up a word
I begin my research by going back to the basic definition then examine the layers upon layers upon layers of emotional baggage attached to a word.
Quiet is sought after yet repulsive to an abuse survivor. I was terrified into silence. My abuser knew it was critical for me to be quiet. Quiet kept me under his control. Silence, quiet, no voice is a terrifying way to live. Once in counseling, I didn't talk about my childhood at first. Finally my counselor asked me, "Tell me about your childhood."
"It was great, I went to the park and the zoo," I cheerfully responded.
I didn't know my own past.
The work began in darkness of not knowing my past. KavinCoach poked, prodded and persuaded me to break years of vowed silence. A brutal silence pact took every bit of courage and my counselor's training to break. I would practice what I would say all week. KavinCoach chastised me and encouraged me to speak freely. We ventured into a topic I didn't practice. I opened and closed my mouth but no sound came out. My voice refused to create the words I craved to say. Silence - oppressive - terrifying - suffocating silence. Counseling provided a safe place to finally break my silence.
Peaceful quiet is hard to imagine.
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Ooo, this is so cool. Thank you. I often look up origins and related words to get to the meaning, not the meaning that was told to me growing up. Love this.
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