Volcano...

My head is heavy and my heart is sad. I hold in my anger , I try to bottle it up but I am afraid .I fear when it reaches it's boiling point it will blow without warning or control. My life is like a volcano , laying dormant for a long time , bubbling inside and temperatures rising. I have felt the tremors many times I feel the pressure , my head feels like it will blow at any second.I fear for the outcome . I fight day and night to keep it under control.
I pray for guidance and strength, it is all I can do....

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  1. Mrs MacJune 23, 2007 at 2:02 PM

    I live in the zigzag too.

    I'm in the middle at the moment. Trying not to slip downwards takes a fight some days, and I worry that the mental effort will exhaust me, and that that exhaustion will cause the downward spiral. When to fight it and when to let it flow through me. Ah, there's the rub.

    So these are the things I have to try to remember- I pass it on, but you'll know it already-

    Striving makes it worse. Have some days when you are gentle on yourself. Sleep lots, drink lots of water. Take walks, just sit outside. Ignore what anyone else thinks, don't even ask yourself what they think. Turn off as much as you can. Does your computer ever switch into Safe Mode? That's what your head is needing to do- essential processes only. The rest needs rest.

    Sending hugs.

    Hang on in there. Remember, all things pass.

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  2. AmelJune 26, 2007 at 1:07 AM

    Let go of the anger...bit by bit...over and over and over...

    If possible, solve the problem with the people involved. If not, then let go...just let go...

    I'm also trying to let go all the bad emotions in my heart as I don't think confronting the people involved in them would do any good as they were only my feelings.

    May the Lord grant you serenity and a way out...

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  3. VictoryaJune 26, 2007 at 1:28 AM

    You're words show the beauty and the pain. Beware the downward spiral, that's what I fight against.

    I tagged you with the thinking blogger's meme: http://victoryachasegoestotherapy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag-im-it.html

    Keep your voice strong and happiness will shine through.

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  4. VictoryaJune 26, 2007 at 1:28 AM

    You're words show the beauty and the pain. Beware the downward spiral, that's what I fight against.

    I tagged you with the thinking blogger's meme: http://victoryachasegoestotherapy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag-im-it.html

    Keep your voice strong and happiness will shine through.

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