Someone Who Recovered from PTSD Writes a Poem About How He Did It



Tired of being unhappy,
Is everything energy sapping?
Would you like to move forward
But you keep looking back
With regret and pain,
And revisiting
Unhappy memories
Again and again?

I want you to see that this is contradictory.
Why would you revisit bad memories
Instead of happy ones?
Why not live them once and move on?

I know the answer but I want you to see
That your mental replays are contradictory.
Living life in the past tense
Doesn't make any sense.

You have a good memory for the bad.
The birds are singing but you are tearful
Because the past makes you sad.
People around you are cheerful
But unfinished business makes you mad.

I want you to see
It's very contradictory.
You want to forget the past,
But remember it compulsively.

There are restorative processes
That can come into play,
Like how a good night's rest sweeps
Trivial memories away.
You wake up fresh and bright
And forget what happened yesterday.

Why are these refreshing processes
Not working on what you would like to forget?

It is because these memories have not been healed
So they can't be swept out.
They house the pain.
And are still crying out
For the right kind of attention.

You look at them with resentment
But until they are looked at with love
They won't give you contentment.

It's unanimous:
Your negative emotions want to be resolved,
And you want the bad memories dissolved.
Let's now look at why your dilemma is not being solved.

Though your body wants to leave the past behind
And so does your mind,
Something is blocking the resolution's unfoldment
And it is something called resentment.

Each memory is not of just of a past scene.
It houses a story and a meaning.
It tells of a story of betrayal or cruelty,
violence, injustice, neglect, being treated unlovingly,
Or something about yourself you're not yet ready to see.

The meaning it may have for you
Is what it seems to say:
I never get any breaks,
I'm cursed or I'm a fool.
All I do is give and everyone takes.
No one cares, I'm all alone. Everyone is cruel.
God has abandoned me
Or does not exist.
I'm a sap for playing by the rules.
I'm unlovable and I let everyone down.
The only direction for me is down.

Whether it has a grain of truth or is an outright lie,
Resentment resistance reinforces it
Making it stronger the harder you try.
Whether it was an atrocity or a slight
When you react, it is successful in its tease.

The secret is learn to watch from your minds' grandstand,
without giving in to the suggestions on the one hand
or struggling with them on the other hand.
Just watch them parade by one after another.

They are powerless to hurt you anymore,
Once you leave resentment at the door.
It's only your resentment that gives them power.
So stop resenting them this very hour.

The pain is a cry for resolution:
So you can let it all go,
Close the door,
Turn the page
and move on.

Your emotions want to let it go
And your mind does too,
And so do you.

What blocks the repair?
Listen closely if you dare,
Here is my conclusion:
Resentment blocks the resolution.

You resent the situation, the pain, the person
You resent others for failing you
And you probably resent yourself too.

The problems and pressures get larger and larger
And resentment makes your coping skills grow smaller.
Resentment renders you inferior
To every pressure you ever encounter -
Exterior or interior.

What you need is someone with understanding
To restore you to good standing.
Someone with wisdom to explain the situation
And acknowledge your hurt and pain.

Not palliative prayer or condescending treatments,
Or words, affirmations and platitudes.
You need someone firm, strong, wise,
And with a caring attitude.

Someone with love to look you in the eyes
And see through your ego's pitiful cries.
Who doesn't feel sorry for you
Who sees your error too
But doesn't condemn and judge you.

You've looked for this agape love from others,
You sensed deep down that it was the solution.
But their light did not have enough understanding
Or the power to effect a resolution.

You need the inner Light,
Call it intuition,
It is from God
And it has the power to make things right.

But before you laugh or smirk or go away
You've probably never seen it in another,
not even once until today.
The light that exists in a person like myself
Is the same light that is within yourself.

You've resented others for not having love
But they were traumatized just like you,
They were full of doubts and insecurities too.
They did the best they could for you.
But you resented them like you resented your dad too.

Now we can explain the mystery
Your eyes will be opened, you will see.

It is resentment that has blocked you from the Light.
Your ego struggled and tried with all its might.
You grew tired and resigned yourself to pain and sorrow,
Then sat back and judged others and threw in the towel.

Each time you have revisited the scene
It is resentment you feel.
Your futile ego pleas
Combined with anger and hostility.

It is resentment that blocks the Light
from dealing with the memory decisively,
And bring catharsis, understanding,
and its resolving power to make things right.

Now perhaps you can understand
the expression "Let go and let God."
It means letting go of resentful resistance,
Standing back and letting God do the job.

He shines His Light
On the scripts, replays and panic,
Just like sun shines on a dirty old towel
and makes it clean and bright,
Without effort on your part. It's sheer magic.

Now the only thing that remains to be seen
Is will you drop resentment and be free?



Copyright 2012 by Dr. Roland Trujillo PhD and Michael Carlos Simon
___________________

Dr. Roland Trujillo PhD, author of 12 books is a board certified counselor and has hosted a popular radio program for 22 years.

Michael Carlos Simon is the author of Mike's Story: How I Overcame Depression, OCD, Bipolar and Anxiety without Drugs. He has been in successful recovery for over 20 years.

Information about the mindfulness meditation mentioned in this poem is available at The Center for Common Sense Counseling at www.commonsensecounseling.org

It helps to be able to look at things objectively.
Meditation may be the key.
Learn the art of sitting still
And observing what arises
with mental distance.

Our meditation is complementary
Just keep doing what you're doing
And give it a try - it's free.


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Here is an letter written by someone who gets it. He overcame anxiety, depression and bipolar disorder. In this letter, he comments on the verse from the Psalms and then tells of his recovery journey. He gave me permission to share his letter but asked that I only use his first name, Michael. I hope someone will be inspired to give our free spiritual meditation a try. All I can say is "Thanks, Mike." Roland

Hello, my name is Michael.

I love this verse from the Psalms.

He is not afraid of bad news; his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.
Psalm 112:7 (English Standard Version).

It sounds good, doesn't it? But the question is: how do you get to where you have such a firm heart and settled spirit?

It took me a long time to get to where I could understand and say something about having a firm heart and settled spirit. I was Mr. Jellyfish.

But here’s the good news: if I can do it, anyone can do it. It took me 40 years, but that was because it took 40 years for me to get to the point where I was ready. Once you’re ready, recovery can begin in a heartbeat.

And it doesn’t have to take 40 years to be ready. You can be ready in this instant regardless of your age, if your heart is pure and you are sincere.

Here's my story. Let's begin with a few thoughts about anxiety and some observations about life and how I started to recover.

When you are in a tight golf match and it's the 18th hole and you have to make a knee knocking three foot putt, what do you do? You suck it up, get a bucket full of guts, and even though your knees are knocking, you attempt the putt. . . . . .

Let's say you're a plumber and a client has a major break in a pipe under their house that has to be dealt with now. Do you become upset or angry and call a time out and make the client go to his room because you can't cope? No, you deal with the situation, even though you don't feel like it. . . . .

In plain and simple terms, some of us just haven't had a chance to build up some courage or chutzpa. We have been robbed of the kind of experiences where we could develop it.

But we can start to build some now, by using the overlook principle I alluded to. We can be just like John Wayne said--scared to death but we ride anyway.

Once you realize that you have been denied character building experiences (through being kept from them or from not being taught how to not over react), you can stop beating yourself up. Instead you can simply admit you don't have certain virtues built yet, but you can start to do some things anyway. By overlooking the fear or anxiety.

You will also discover that kindness, fortitude, endurance, graciousness, and patience are ready to unfold when you let go of resentment.

We tend to resent the type of circumstances where we looked bad or failed in the past. If you can learn to approach the new circumstance without resentment, then experience the anxiety (without resenting it), you will be then free to meet the moment with some aplomb. Now having met the moment properly, you will be able to meet the next one ever more easily and without resentment. Anxiety will diminish.

You will discover that there is joy and a sense of triumph in meeting a moment properly. Even if you don't "win" or handle it perfectly, there is joy in meeting it without resentment and with a certain amount of dignity. . . .


But as time went by (as years went by) I learned to fail less. And I also learned to react badly less to my failings. In other words, I began to grow up, and I'm still growing up.

When I was 10, 15, 20, 30 years old, did I have anxiety? Of course. Did I get depressed? Of course.

When my parents got divorced, it bothered me. When my dad died, it made me sad. When my parakeet died, I felt bad. What was I supposed to do, be happy about these things? I grieved and felt hurt and then I got over it.

When I was a little kid, did I go through a spell where I had to do a ritual of counting numbers or arrange my shoes perfectly at night or else "something really bad would happen?" Of course. Then I grew out of it.

When I was in college, was I high and hyper when something good happened and stayed up till dawn talking to my friends? Then did I crash when a bunch of things went wrong? Naturally.

When I was in my 20's did I wonder who I was and if there was a future for me? Did I mess up, and make mistakes? Sure.

And then did something try to tell me I was "worthless" and that "the world would be better off without me?" Of course.

When I was 30 and sitting in a lonely apartment in the outskirts of Chicago, with the snow coming down and nowhere to go and wishing I were back in California, did I feel depressed? Of course.

But here I am. I got through.

My recovery was two part. First it was just growing out of issues. It seems like each stage of our life--little kid, big kid, teenager, college age, 20's, 30's--there are some typical issues to deal with. The old expression "time heals all wounds" definitely applies. Somehow I just grew out of things.


This brings me to part two of my recovery program. I told you about part one, where I got through the various typical issues I faced at different stages. But then came the life changing, game changing discovery. I took me four decades to get to the point where I was ready. But when I was finally ready, it happened in a heartbeat and within a few days I was a new person.

I'll tell you about it in Part Two

Michael

___________________
.
Mike's Story “How I overcame depression,
bipolar, OCD, anxiety and other
issues without drugs”

is now available in eBook to download to your computer, read online, or download to your mobile device right now!



Mike’s Story “How I overcame depression,
bipolar, OCD, anxiety and other
issues without drugs.” is the powerful personal testimony of someone
who overcame mental health and other issues and went on to
enjoy a successful, productive life.

Mike tells you about his childhood:

the traumas,
the obsessions
and compulsions,
his shyness and bipolar.
Mike tells you about his twenties: the
depression, the doubts and the fears.

You will hear him talk about how Zorro and Colombo helped him get through.

You’ll find out what the Zen Master said.

You’ll read about Mike’s close call with Dr. Rough Handling.

Mike loves to philosophize about life, love,

and he likes Frank Sinatra too.

For each stage of his life he reveals how he moved on and left the issues behind.

Mike saves the best for last:

How he found his
spiritual roots with the help of meditation,
a change of heart,
and a hug and a kick in the pants from God.


Preview at Amazon.com now


Roland Trujillo
, pastor, mentor and spiritual
director, is the author of 12 books. His popular self
help radio program has aired on both secular and
Christian radio stations around the country for 22
years.

“I love helping people improve their
relationships, overcome personal issues and find
their spiritual roots. People get stuck, and they need
someone who thinks outside the box to help
them look at life with fresh eyes.

People are resilient and can make progress in a very short amount of time.
Sometimes all it takes is an insight or two,
a little meditation to get centered, and knowing that there is someone
who has love, and who both understands
and can help. That’s all.


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Someone Who Overcame OCD, Bipolar and Anxiety

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Here is an letter written by someone who gets it. He overcame anxiety, depression and bipolar disorder. In this letter, he comments on the verse from the Psalms and then tells of his recovery journey. He gave me permission to share his letter but asked that I only use his first name, Michael. I hope someone will be inspired to give our free spiritual meditation a try. All I can say is "Thanks, Mike." Roland

Hello, my name is Michael.

I love this verse from the Psalms.

He is not afraid of bad news; his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.
Psalm 112:7 (English Standard Version).

It sounds good, doesn't it? But the question is: how do you get to where you have such a firm heart and settled spirit?

It took me a long time to get to where I could understand and say something about having a firm heart and settled spirit. I was Mr. Jellyfish.

But here’s the good news: if I can do it, anyone can do it. It took me 40 years, but that was because it took 40 years for me to get to the point where I was ready. Once you’re ready, recovery can begin in a heartbeat.

And it doesn’t have to take 40 years to be ready. You can be ready in this instant regardless of your age, if your heart is pure and you are sincere.

Here's my story. Let's begin with a few thoughts about anxiety and some observations about life and how I started to recover.

When you are in a tight golf match and it's the 18th hole and you have to make a knee knocking three foot putt, what do you do? You suck it up, get a bucket full of guts, and even though your knees are knocking, you attempt the putt. . . . . .

In plain and simple terms, some of us just haven't had a chance to build up some courage or chutzpa. We have been robbed of the kind of experiences where we could develop it. . . . .

Once you realize that you have been denied character building experiences (through being kept from them or from not being taught how to not over react), you can stop beating yourself up. Instead you can simply admit you don't have certain virtues built yet, but you can start to do some things anyway. By overlooking the fear or anxiety.

You will also discover that kindness, fortitude, endurance, graciousness, and patience are ready to unfold when you let go of resentment.

We tend to resent the type of circumstances where we looked bad or failed in the past. If you can learn to approach the new circumstance without resentment, then experience the anxiety (without resenting it), you will be then free to meet the moment with some aplomb. Now having met the moment properly, you will be able to meet the next one ever more easily and without resentment. Anxiety will diminish.

You will discover that there is joy and a sense of triumph in meeting a moment properly. Even if you don't "win" or handle it perfectly, there is joy in meeting it without resentment and with a certain amount of dignity. . . .

But as time went by (as years went by) I learned to fail less. And I also learned to react badly less to my failings. In other words, I began to grow up, and I'm still growing up.

When I was 10, 15, 20, 30 years old, did I have anxiety? Of course. Did I get depressed? Of course.

When my parents got divorced, it bothered me. When my dad died, it made me sad. When my parakeet died, I felt bad. What was I supposed to do, be happy about these things? I grieved and felt hurt and then I got over it.

When I was a little kid, did I go through a spell where I had to do a ritual of counting numbers or arrange my shoes perfectly at night or else "something really bad would happen?" Of course. Then I grew out of it.

When I was in college, was I high and hyper when something good happened and stayed up till dawn talking to my friends? Then did I crash when a bunch of things went wrong? Naturally.

When I was in my 20's did I wonder who I was and if there was a future for me? Did I mess up, and make mistakes? Sure.

And then did something try to tell me I was "worthless" and that "the world would be better off without me?" Of course.

When I was 30 and sitting in a lonely apartment in the outskirts of Chicago, with the snow coming down and nowhere to go and wishing I were back in California, did I feel depressed? Of course.

But here I am. I got through.

My recovery was two part. First it was just growing out of issues. It seems like each stage of our life--little kid, big kid, teenager, college age, 20's, 30's--there are some typical issues to deal with. The old expression "time heals all wounds" definitely applies. Somehow I just grew out of things.


This brings me to part two of my recovery program. I told you about part one, where I got through the various typical issues I faced at different stages. But then came the life changing, game changing discovery. I took me four decades to get to the point where I was ready. But when I was finally ready, it happened in a heartbeat and within a few days I was a new person.

I'll tell you about it in Part Two

Michael

___________________
.
Mike's Story “How I overcame depression,
bipolar, OCD, anxiety and other
issues without drugs”

is now available in eBook to download to your computer, read online, or download to your mobile device right now!



Mike’s Story “How I overcame depression,
bipolar, OCD, anxiety and other
issues without drugs.” is the powerful personal testimony of someone
who overcame mental health and other issues and went on to
enjoy a successful, productive life.

Mike tells you about his childhood:

the traumas,
the obsessions
and compulsions,
his shyness and bipolar.
Mike tells you about his twenties: the
depression, the doubts and the fears.

You will hear him talk about how Zorro and Colombo helped him get through.

You’ll find out what the Zen Master said.

You’ll read about Mike’s close call with Dr. Rough Handling.

Mike loves to philosophize about life, love,

and he likes Frank Sinatra too.

For each stage of his life he reveals how he moved on and left the issues behind.

Mike saves the best for last:

How he found his
spiritual roots with the help of meditation,
a change of heart,
and a hug and a kick in the pants from God.


Preview at Amazon.com now


Roland Trujillo
, pastor, mentor and spiritual
director, is the author of 12 books. His popular self
help radio program has aired on both secular and
Christian radio stations around the country for 22
years.

“I love helping people improve their
relationships, overcome personal issues and find
their spiritual roots. People get stuck, and they need
someone who thinks outside the box to help
them look at life with fresh eyes.

People are resilient and can make progress in a very short amount of time.
Sometimes all it takes is an insight or two,
a little meditation to get centered, and knowing that there is someone
who has love, and who both understands
and can help. That’s all.


Preview eBook at Scribd.com

Preview at Amazon.com




Why Do I Feel Drained Around Some People?


Many people feel tired and drained at work or around other people. It is common to feel tired and drained around others. As a counselor and spiritual caregiver, I know that it is very important to learn how to work and be around others without feeling drained.

This article is a description of this issue, from a pastoral counselor's perspective, as well as an introduction to the solution.

I am aware that there may be physical environmental factors that contribute to feeling drained--such as electrosmog from electrical and electronic equipment (such as computers). Some people say there may even be the effect of cell phones, cordless phones or Wifi nearby. Other people warn of the possibility of chemicals in the air coming from furniture, carpets, cleaning chemicals or poorly filtered air.

The reader may wish to research these possibilities and perhaps consult with an environmental professional or a medical practitioner. Since I am a counselor I cannot address these issues other than mention them in passing as something to find out more about. Of course, there is just plain fatigue--working too hard or trying to do too much. If this describes you, then cut back a little so that your body can rest. Finally there may be physical health issues that should be checked out by your doctor or medical practitioner.

Like I said, I cannot comment on any of the above areas other then to mention them and encourage you to get help from the appropriate professional.

But what I can talk about are emotional and spiritual factors involved. I have been lecturing and writing for over 20 years about the psycho-spiritual causes of stress.

From an emotional and spiritual perspective, the reason why we feel tired and drained around people is because, frankly, many people ARE tiring and draining.

They drain us because they tempt us to react, to resent, and to respond to them. They nag, tease, or pressure us until we react. Then we resent their having gotten to us. Our resentment makes us feel guilty, and so we bend over backwards to be nice to them (to placate guilt). Soon the whole cycle starts again--we give our all, only to find they are taking advantage. We resent them (or ourselves) for this--and this leads to the vicious cycle repeating itself over and over.

Another type of temptation is that people are the source of is tension. There is the tension of unfinished business, the tension of injustice, and the tension of confusion. Other people may be the source of the temptation, but it is our own resentment that hurts us most of all. Instead of clearing the air and being outspoken (with calmness and patience) we become angry and clam up. We suppress our hostility and say nothing. So we end up tense around such people.

Often the person is someone near to you--a family member or a workmate. So tense and repressed and suppressed do we become that we vent our suppressed anger on someone else (like our kids) or we turn to drugs or alcohol to artificially calm down. But these legal or illegal drugs or alcohol drain us too! They have the power to drain us of energy and money (since they are expensive) because they are temptations themselves. We are using them for an artificial peace instead of finding peace with God and learning to be more forgiving.

Therefore, other people tempt us to react and give up energy. Once we become conditioned to react, even innocent people drain us too. People or situations that make us resentful and angry cause us to suppress hostility and become tense. The tension cries out for relief through drugs, alcohol, sex or violence.
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Can you see, in very basic terms, that even just reacting to others, resenting them, and then having secret resentment towards them cause tension, because we feel uneasy about ourselves and off balance?

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A Poem of Forgiveness, Recovery and Triumph - a True Story

“I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
I hid from him, and under running laughter.”
― Francis G. Thompson, The Hound of Heaven


I had a little work related stress,
And my apartment was a mess.
My partner left town,
And my Internet was down.

I had a little anxiety
But no one could really help me, as you will see.

I'll spare you the details of what I went through,
I just hope it never happens to you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they all meant well,
But my life became a living hell.

Despite all my troubles, I want you to know
There is a very happy ending though.
But first I had to humble my pride
And give up all the anger that was inside.

Let's begin at the start,
When I used to think I was really smart.
So here goes --

"Sir, I've got a little work related stress,
And my apartment is a mess.
My partner left town,
and I'm feeling a little down"

"Let's try this and see if it works for you.
Just to take the edge off and relax you too."

I'm not trying to complain.
At least he gave what I had a name.
But why was I still in pain?

I wondered: Am I just a chemical imbalance?
Don't I have a soul and heart and talents?
Am I just a body to process, prod and measure,
For profit or to be used for other's pleasure?

I read where Freud and Adler would ponder and analyze,
And ask about people's family ties.
But I guess things have changed over the years.
When I told him of my hopes and dreams,
and unused talents.
He talked of genes
and brain chemical imbalance.

"Let's try this and see if it works for you,
To take off the edge and relax you too."

I went to the chaplain and she was nice.
She prayed with me, stayed with me and called me twice.

But why did everyone just want to comfort me?
Why couldn't they help me overcome, move on and and just be free?
Everyone had appeared so helpful and kind,
But no one could help me leave my issues behind.

I heard talk that religion could set me free,
So I decided to see if it would work for me.
I joined a church and went twice a week.
Hoping to find the answers I seek.
I studied, sang and prayed,
But I became more uneasy the longer I stayed.

After the initial excitement wore off,
When I was home all by myself,
I had to admit what I could tell no one else:

Something was missing. It is hard to describe.
I still felt somehow empty inside.

Don't get me wrong.
It's nice to sing a song,
And memorize a Scripture or two.
But if its effects wear off when it's no longer new,
It's something I would rather not do.

I found another group that was into friendship and hugs.
They had drums and a guitar (but of course no drugs).
There was clapping and singing, and everyone swaying,
Positive thinking and lots of praying.

I don't want to be rude
But I had to conclude:
They were trying their best,
But like my dad, they failed the test.
Decent and friendly and very nice guys,
But I saw the emptiness under their disguise.

And no matter how hard people tried,
They couldn't fill the emptiness inside.
I wanted the answer that sets me free
To move forward and be a new me.

I began to grow weary of palliative prayer.
There just wasn't anything of substance there.
So I threw in the towel,
It was all beginning to sour.
I tried going back to my weed and speed.
But now I could see that it just wasn't for me.

I went back to the university.
It was a relief to talk about sustainibilty and diversity,
Instead of sin and eternity.
The rebellion and free lifestyle were inviting.
The football and parties were exciting.

But soon I saw the parties at the frat and sorority
Were a juvenile rebellion against authority.
The endless studying and exams kept me occupied,
And instructors kept me so busy I could continue to hide
from the pain and emptiness I felt inside.

I found an Eastern philosophy
Which I heard about on TV.
It talked about enlightenment and tranquility.
Something about it just didn't feel right.
It was close to what I wanted, but not quite.

I began to resent them all for not being there for me --
First my dad then every other authority.

I resented them for their shallow concern for me,
For advice given condescendingly,
And their endless attempts to motivate me.

I could not let go of judgment and resentment
Toward those who robbed me of my contentment.
I was full of contempt for their weakness,
And anger over their pretense.

And I resented myself too.
I was so full of resentment, I had to judge myself too.

I resented everyone for not having love for me.
I was filled with anger and blame, it was plain to see.
But at least I was on the verge of seeing what was wrong with me.

Each day at the park I watched the little kids play.
Full of happiness and joy and never a bad day.
I pondered the difference between them and me.
And slowly I began to see.

What I was like when I was small I had forgot.
I had to admit as I looked on quietly:

"There's one big difference between them and me,
I am resentful and they are not."

Thinking back to earlier years,
I began to see what started my fall into unhappiness and tears.

I resented my mom and my dad, you see.
I especially resented my dad for not being there for me.
I hated my life too and everything about myself,
And then it spread over the years to everyone else.

I resented my peers, my partner, my kids and my luck too.
My job, my boss, and My God! Even You.

Resentment became a way of saving face,
Of not living life with grace.
The loser's way of avoiding strife.
Resentful and angry at everything, it seemed harmless at the time.
A way to judge underneath, but pretend everything is fine.

It gave me a secret ego satisfaction -
A loser's way of getting even.
It was a secret reaction.
On the surface I wore a pasty grin,
but underneath, my patience was growing thin.

Now I saw why I had felt anxious and uneasy so long,
Full of judgment and self pity, I was basically wrong.

Now I was saddened about what I had discovered,
About the hate and hostility I had uncovered.
I could not change myself, though regretting what I see.
So I was in a quandary.
Wanting to change but not knowing how,
My dilemma was finally solved, and I'll show you how.

When something about yourself you see,
That you would rather not be.
But you've found that struggle and trying just make things worse,
The solution is so simple. It is found in the following verse.

Just regret what you see about yourself.
Don't try to charge with any effort.
Quietly bear the brief pain. Just do that and nothing else.
It is God's light, we call conscience, that is making you see.
God is present, and your sadness is because of His Light in which you see.

When you know the sadness is in God's light,
It will be for you a comfort sublime.
The change you want will happen in God's due time.

I walked around and was sad about what I discovered.
My conscience and sweetness I had recovered.
So I just bore the pain without trying to change.
Soon I began to shed a tear
Over what I saw about myself.

I was sad, then glad, then relieved I must confess
To just come clean and let God clear up my mess.

I experienced something profound,
Repentance I had found.
Not of myself but of He.
God's light was repenting me.

It was like a purging and catharsis of my wrong
He did what I couldn't do myself,

Because He is kind and gentle and strong.


First the pain, then the sadness,

Then the soul bursts into song,
Because I know the quiet joy that

He has forgiven me of my wrong.

After I was purged I was free to see
One by one, what was wrong with me.
Each time the same process:

First pain, then sadness, then relief.
After being sorry, I found peace beyond belief.

Every day a little pain to bear,
Regret, forgiveness and then joy without compare.

Each day the pain is less but the wrong more subtle,
Seeing all the wrong inside bursts the ego's bubble.
One day there will be no more wrong to see,
Just peace of mind and a life of discovery.

Repentance is for God to initiate.

And any expert who tries to imitate,
Will the soul’s repentance negate.
Repentance is God's plan for recovery.

And no one can make it happen but He.

The lesson is clear
You can't repent yourself.
Just be willing to be humbled and shed a tear
And wait for God to draw near.

When you are not right inside
Pious words and gestures only support pride.
You become a model of hypocrisy
Because others see your inconsistency.

In our pride and with our ego's short sight.
We think we have to make something happen
With effort and with might.
That is how our ego blocks God's redeeming light.

Our biggest error is resenting His light
Or suppressing what is wrong to keep it out of sight,
When you should expose it to the light.

Instead, just regret your wrong
Without trying to make yourself right,
Wait for repentance and change in the Light.

And here is something else profound,
When resentment is gone, love is there to be found.
God's love warms the soul and takes away the need.
Now you can forgive others for their misdeeds.

You always craved something from them and resented when they didn't have it.
Now you know why they didn't have love, because they hadn't found it.
You see they were victims too
That's why they didn't have love for you.


So now I could make it all unimportant
And move on with living.
I had found the answer and it is this:
To be more forgiving.

And when you forgive others by dropping resentment,
God forgives you, and you find peace and contentment.