Montana wrote:It's all about pure rage that doesn't have anywhere to go.
These are kids that have no where to turn because no one is listening to them. They are tortured by . . .
In a diverse world, we will be tortured by one thing or another in a variety of ways.
Fix one bully and another pops up behind it. Forever.
That's just the diversity of nature.
So in a jungle, it's not how many tigers we manage to kill,
but how our family can huddle around a warm fire and be with each other.
How was your day? Was there anything worrying or frightening?
How are you? Why do you shiver so? How are you?
Are you hungry? Yeah, me too. Are you cold or tired? Yeah. How are
your dreams? It's okay to
feel all of it, no matter how you feel.
Acknowledge it and see it. Together.
Hang out and "do" nothing. Spend time. Be more and more aware. Ask questions.
Listen. Good company and some human contact (that doesn't demand,
"tell", or require) . . . THAT is what turns a jungle into something
more like heaven than hell.
I can't blame a bully. Or even a parent. All we can do it try to ask
them directly, and listen to all of it - how they are, and why.
That's how a bully becomes seen and heard and calm again.
That's how a flailing parent becomes seen and heard and more connected.
That's how an addict becomes seen and heard, more comfortable and flowing.
It's how people can be themselves, just as they are, and not run away
screaming, slashing, and checking out from hell.
I hear all of you, I really do, and I admire how you face the challenges in life.
But I can't blame and attack and tear down
anything in the world, because for me blaming is "active non-listening"
to the very thing that is important in my life. Blaming involves
rejecting and ignoring something - because we reached our limits.
It's super-difficult, so I take lots of breaks and naps.
But I'd rather ask, listen, find out how and why
from the source itself, rather than my own conjecture or judgeing-ness.
How are you? The answers are sitting right there
if we just ask them our question, and be with them.
. . . sorry for the long rant. I hope it was worth reading.