Posts Tagged ‘inner critic’

Owning Our Demons: Having Tea With Gremlins

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

gremlinsHey Pinkies,
Please welcome Dana, a total rockstar over on the Posse Blog, with a rather amusing and very powerful way to deal with the little fears, voices, and monsters that hold us back. This was initially posted on her blog, http://blog.stonetosser.com.
Please welcome Dana with a big Pink standing ovation!

Do you know your demons? I do. I know many of them so well that I talk to them, inviting them to tea. We have conversations like old friends.

Until recently, I considered this level of familiarity with my dark side a strength. I mean, by getting to know them, I’ve been able to see them for what they really are – horridly distorted imaginings, most of whom turn out to be silly little creatures camping it up around candles that cast monstrous shadows. One by one I’ve been throwing back the black curtains where they hide to reveal them; and one by one they’ve been turning up as little imps and gremlins and – sometimes the most heartbreakingly – wounded parts of me. I’m still finding them hiding in the rafters and walls of my mentally haunted house, but after years of work, I’ve finally got most of them showing up for tea to participate in a slightly more socially constructive activity than trashing my subconscious. (And those that aren’t at the table yet will at least sneak in to steal the cookies.)

But here’s the catch. Even now that they will deign to sit at my knee and sip tea with me – no longer hiding in the dark and building up my fears and anxieties into paralyzing fantasies of doom – I find that some of the little buggers are still working against my interests. That’s my big ah-ha today; they’re smaller and less threatening, but – they’re still here!

For example, I’m no longer afraid of people telling me I’m an idiot. This is not because some people aren’t willing to do so, but I no longer let worry about lack of approval stop me from meeting new people, keep me from speaking my truth or draw me into emotionally abusive relationships (personally, professionally or otherwise). Despite having called my Approval Gremlin out of hiding a few years back, however, I did recently notice an anonymous voice in my head coming up with excuses for me not to make a certain phone call… It was insidiously suggesting that I was, indeed, an idiot. “Maybe they haven’t returned your call because you’re really not all that good. They were just being nice when you met them, and you’re a fool to believe otherwise….heh, heh, heh…”

WTF? Where did THAT voice come from? Upon conscious investigation of said little voice, I discovered the Approval Gremlin, sitting at my knee with his tea cup and crumpet raised, sporting the silliest, most conniving and fakingly innocent grin on his face.

So, I picked up the phone and made the call. The person took my call, explained why he’d been silent and invited me to call back in a few days. Ha! I’m sticking out my tongue at the little Approval Gremlin with this very blog post! Little bastard.

So anyway, for those of you interested in confronting your demons, I’m putting mine up for adoption. Perhaps you’d like a little Approval Gremlin to scamper into your dark corners and drag out the little creatures you’re trying to scare up? Mine’s available immediately. I’ll give him to you! I’ll even give you his tea cup and half eaten crumpet! Ok. Just kidding, I don’t really want to sic the little beastie on you. (Just imagine if they teamed up!) But I will refer you to Joy’s blog post last week about confronting your demons. It’s a great run-down of all the things hiding in our mentally haunted houses, just waiting to sabotage our best efforts at living confidently and with courage. I recommend it especially in the wake of Halloween, after the Monsters have left our streets and come back inside to rest.

Good luck with your demons and may they all turn up to be no more than annoying little buggers by the time you tame them into sitting with you for tea.

Gremlins for sale,
Dana

A Lesson in Self-Love & Forgiveness

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

Art by Rita Loyd www.nurturingart.com

Art by Rita Loyd www.nurturingart.com

Are you your own best friend or your worst critic?  If, like so many of us, you are your worst critic instead of your best friend, you are not alone.  Most of us beat ourselves up a gazillion times worse than anyone else does.  We think back on the errors we’ve made in life- and trust me, we’ve all made them- and rather than loving that tender, wounded part of ourselves, we kick it with a sharp jab, right where it hurts the most.

The Nasty Voice of the Inner Critic

Why do we do this? Imagine how much less painful life would be if only we could forgive ourselves for our mistakes, love ourselves when we screw up, instead of beating ourselves up. What would that feel like? Why do we insist on the internal dialogue that sounds something like this:

You’re such a moron for trusting him when he said he loved you. You should have known better. How did you let yourself end up in this situation? You must be completely stupid. But it’s no wonder. Why would anyone want a pathetic failure like you?  You’re fat, you’re ugly, and your dumb, so it’s no surprise he treated you like shit.

Or this:

I can’t believe you did it again. Again! What were you thinking, after all your hard work? You promised you wouldn’t do it again, but here you are, you loser, doing the same fucking thing you swore you’d never do.  Not only are you a total liar and hypocrite with regard to others, but you can’t even tell yourself the truth.  You’re worthless. You deserve to have bad things happen to you.

How I Learned That I Am Loved

Sound familiar? I see some of you nodding your heads silently, chins bowed.  How do I know? Because my inner critic has shouted these same thoughts before.  By the time I was thirty-three, I was in the midst of my second divorce, and in addition to feeling completely unlovable, I was so pissed at myself for continuing to love the wrong men.  I was so afraid of failing twice that I found myself in an abusive marriage with a man who tore up my paintings, put holes in the walls of our home with his fist, and, one fateful day, hit me. And yet, I still believed I had done something wrong. I hadn’t been loving enough. I needed to open my heart to more compassion. I needed to try harder. I needed more therapy. I needed to be more sexual so I could better fulfill his needs. I needed to forgive. Until one day, I found myself at 4am, waiting for him to come home yet again, sobbing on my hands and knees on the tile floor of the kitchen, calling his cell phone for the millionth time.

Then, in a rush of warmth, I felt a wave of peace, and I heard the words, “You are loved” inside my head, and something within me knew it was true.  It took me another three months to pack my bags and leave my husband.  Even once I did, I faltered. But those words “You are loved” echoed, and I knew in my heart it was time to move on. Leaving my beloved house, my boat, and my garden finalized the process, but internally, I had already left.

Making Mistakes Is Part of Being Human

We all make mistakes or do things we wish we hadn’t. If you haven’t made any mistakes, you’re either not living life fully or you’re completely in denial. It’s a natural part of being whole, to be flawed, to screw up, to fail ourselves and others.

I would argue that those mistakes shape us, transform us even, and offer opportunities for growth. How can we truly regret even the most painful experiences if they help move us to a better place? Sure, we all do things, say things, behave in ways we wish we hadn’t. But if you’re moving in a direction that leads to more joy, can you see that these “mistakes” might be blessings in disguise?

If you can accept that even our screw ups help us grow and evolve, maybe we will find it a wee bit easier to take the next step, which is to forgive ourselves.  We all know that self-love benefits many facets of being whole. Self-love leads to better health, better relationships, and more mojo. So we’d better OWN it, right?

Learning To Forgive Others, But Mostly, to Forgive Ourselves

I’ve long ago forgiven my ex-husband. I bear no ill will towards him and wish him only the best in life, even though we don’t keep in touch.  But what about myself? That’s been the hardest part. Learning to love ourselves is easier said than done. For many of us, it’s easier to love even the vilest human being on earth than it is to love ourselves. Why do we erect these barriers to accepting and nurturing ourselves? Who is going to love us, if not ourselves. I know this may make some of you uncomfortable. You equate self-love with narcissism, and who wants to be arrogant or boastful or narcissistic, right? But these are not the same thing. When you open yourself to self-love, you open yourself to love- period. When you love yourself, you can more fully love others, and there’s nothing narcissistic about that. At the root of most narcissistic behavior is a total absence of self-love. Because a person feels worthless, they must seek attention from the outside world, whereas the Pinkie who loves herself need not seek outside affirmation. She knows, deep within, that she is worthy.

Can You Love Yourself?

What about you, Pinkies? On a scale of 1 to 10 with one being “I despise myself” and 10 being “I adore myself,” where are you?  What “mistakes” might you need to forgive in order to love yourself more fully?  How can we support you in releasing these self-sabotaging thoughts, so you might open your heart to more joy?  Please tell us your stories and let our healing community affirm, honor, accept and love you, in all your wholeness. Let us love on you and let the self-love fest begin…

With wishes that all of you will love yourselves as I love you,

Lissa