I want to speak from my heart. I’m almost 30 years old, and I’m looking at my life and what it brought me.
I grew up in a communistic country, in extreme poverty. Before my siblings and I were taken away and placed in the orphanage, I was living with my family in the atmosphere of violence and physical and mental abuse. I left the country when I was 18, as I embarked on the journey of modeling. I’ve lived all over the world.
In that long and lonely journey and pursuit of happiness I attempted to take my own life several times; few times almost succeeded and last time I managed to come out of it with 2 major brain seizures.
In a desperate attempt of trying to find myself in this world, I missed my family for 8 years now. New members of the family have been born since, and I only know them through the pictures and the Internet video-camera. My family meant always a world to me, and yet in attempt to protect myself from being hurt, I managed to disengaged and withdraw myself from everybody. I noticed that I withdrew myself from the rest of the world as well. Few people that I allowed in my life brought me the familiar pain of rejection. I’m sitting home right now and waiting for my boyfriend to come and pick up his staff and leave. Not a good feeling.
My life in general forced me to look deep inside. I went there and I faced all my fears and all my emotions that I was trying so desperately to run away from. I tried my best to embrace myself and to accept myself for all that I am. I even tried to accept all my circumstances I found myself in, explaining myself that all that is a gift from the Universe, the gift that urges me to awake.
In doing so I even felt for a brief moment that everything is just the way it supposed to be and that I am just “perfect” the way I am. For a second I felt that I am not just who I think I am, but that I am part of a bigger thing; as if I was one with everything and everybody. In that moment circumstances didn’t mean anything at all, and all I could feel was the spirit of adventure and the excitement of being part of everything. For once I wasn’t afraid, for once I didn’t care about the outcome, as I trusted the bigger part of me to take care of everything. It’s almost as if I felt free.
How can I feel this way, if not all the time, at least most of the time? How can I feel free again? What can I do to turn my life around; from the single-lived insignificant life to a major adventure? How can I fulfill my purpose here? What can I do for myself and others that would be of significance? What can I do that would make a difference?
2007-02-10
07:45:59
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Elzbieta Trzeciak
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Psychology