Dejame Penetrar A Tu Laberinio
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Enero 1-94
Sean o no objetivamente correctas por supuesto percepciones incorrectas pueden ser corregidas, atravez de la experiencia posterior en camino hacia la madurez, mi enfasis es graduarmente diferentes, lo que confirma mi sentimiento, como, si no fuera merecedora del amor. Ni la atención de ningun hombre, evidencia que es recogido con enojos y decepciones.
Esta creencia se convertirá en profecia, que se complirán asi mismo, no me queda tiempo para sentir o para hablar, o para experimentar el dolor, pareciera que estoy estancada en la primera etapa, dedicando toda mi energias a evitar cualquier emoción negativa intensa, como la de evitar que mis hijos asistan a la sesiones de mi terapia, para evitarle trastornos emocionales, y lo que ago es protegerme a mi misma.
Pedi la separación de mi esposo por el stress que este estaba causandome, no solo a mi tambien a mi familia, lla que daba rienda suelta a su colera, lla no sabia yo cual era mejor si la rabia o el dolor, mis pensamientos le pertubabán afligida aun por la muerte de mi madre, ocurrida muchos años atrá, con frecuencia mostraba colera, para ocultar mi honda pena interior, mostraba señal de estar en la tercera estapa, la de la depresión, verdad interna, sentimientos emocional de pena y de abatimiento.
La negación protectora da paso al dolor punsante, del mismo modo se incubre el dolor, con el enojo se sumergen las penas; Alcohol su habito empezó, cuando este era adolecente, el tomar alcohol empeoraba su pena, enmascaraba la causa de su depresión, su comportamiento anti social le servia de distracción. convirtiendolo en el blanco de su rabia, distracción violenta del pensamiento lo que le permite a la persona hacerle frente, la depresión persiste alguna configuración emocional, a pesar de la evidencia fuertemente contradictoria.
A sido para, mi un placer. Maria.
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I have not written all my life, although I glanced anxiously at the amusement pages. Announcing it with a triumphing voice, I remember having seen at my house, through the fence's bars, four Angel missionaries. From the inside of my house my father gave a murmur of profound satisfaction. There was one that constituted a cohesion element, a thread that maintained me tied to my progenitor, anxious necessity of a naïve and edifying book of the old clergyman. It corresponded to my waiting, always trusting and rewarding. There were no mixed words. The have shown me they could exist. The archpriest's strange case is not unknown. The list of my unnecessary relatives has not been missing. They form a part of my most careful habits, opening an abyss under our feet. However, it was a highly conservative play, ill-fated influence of modernism, site of the great way, mirror of my portrait, lovely star, worshipped sovereign who is to change one day. When my father discovered the angels, a violent quarrel exploded between us. Our life continued without change. The angels continued uniting us for years. My father shared his time assisted by my brothers. I was looking for a job worthy of my abilities. The angels did not demand of me to perform any unreasonable activities.
About the Author
Since childhood I had been praying to Our Lord. Our life was stable and remained firm. My recklessness did not deserve anything else. I saw what was unbelievable, and what changed the whole route of our lives. I shouted after a brief silence and started the preparations for departure. When my mother passed away, the thread had been cut, the chain had been broken. She had disappeared from our lives, everything had to change. A new life was beginning. My father, with dignity, without making any comments, would water the dahlias, as usual, more unsteady and worried than it was customary. Through the years, the same luck chased us, without rushing. What was there to fear? A possible reappearance of angels? There was nothing to fear. I did not break their pact. They have made a new appearance in my life. I can do without them. I had pleasure in prolonging the eve of their departure by relishing it with delight. Old streets from my childhood without giving any clue of my departure, amazing everyone with my strange speech. Short days in delaying I have given to myself. The chain I had decided to break was stronger than before. My house remains still standing. I have decided to finish my story in the open air.