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Posted in my thoughts, Psychology, self-help

Mindset

Posted on by queentracey1

Trying to change my way of thinking. I have everything I need but keep finding reasons to not be able to finish my room, not able to do or make. I wanted to monetize my creative side and now that I have all I need I can’t get my butt in gear and do anything?? I think somewhere inside I am afraid to fail, think I am not good enough, I sabotage myself constantly. Maybe I just think to much.

I see and read all about changing your way of thinking ,changing your inner voice, subconscious, the values and beliefs you instilled as a child that now as an adult know are not right…

it is so mind exhausting to constantly be trying to figure out what has been holding me back from accomplishing anything in my life. I know I have the ability to do it. I know I have the skills and tools needed……

I was on a path to success, 21, already to be assistant manager at the convenience store I worked at, had my own apartment, was dating a pilot, moved in together and I started getting sick. I ended up working less and less and then quit all together, I started not eating, sleeping all the time, needing to sit all the time, hair was thinning out, skin turned yellow, after 6 months , I weighted 90 pounds, could not stay awake more than maybe an hour in a day and even when I was laying down felt like I needed to lay down. When Portland hospital finally diagnosed me I would have had maybe a couple weeks left to live. My life has never been even close to the same. The older I got the more illnesses you can add to the list and I had given up. I accepted my life was as it was. Then my husband fell into my lap! How many woman can say they found true love, never ever going anywhere or doing anything?

Now I have the husband, the house and all I could ever ask for. So what is my problem?!!!!

Posted in kids and crafts and more!!!, my thoughts, Parents, Psychology, self-help

I am terrified

Posted on by queentracey1

I have two biological boys, one is in college and the other is 16 , Branden, and lives at home with me and David. I have always counted on him to be the responsible one, he was the common sense of the two, I sent him with his older brother and friends so I knew they would be safe. He is polite, empathetic and cares for everyone. The only things I have ever been able to complain about with him has been his grades in school and his inability to keep his room clean. I know I caused most of his cleaning issues myself by getting tired of waiting or thinking he was doing something wrong, and doing it myself. I also know I always just pushed them to pass, not to do their best, I know everything we do and say to our kids or in front of our kids forms the adult they become.

Today I was hit with seeing my son was high. He had three friends over, I know they do not have the option to hang out other than school together, my son NEVER asks for anything, literally he has to think for days to tell me birthday and Xmas things he wants, so when he does ask I usually say yes, hence the three boys over. He openly told me one of them smokes pot and asked me if I would tell him he could not be friends with him, we had a discussion on pot then. No , his friend does not offer it to him, no , he is not stupid he saw what it did to his brother, he would not get in a car with someone but call me instead, etc, etc, etc. All the same things he has said most of his life. Then he went outside with his friends later that day and got high.

I am feeling so many things and I have a ball of emotions growing bigger by the minute growing inside my gut. I know teens try drugs , usually though it is because they are either , trying to fit in or because they are unhappy and it is a release.

I feel betrayed like I do not even know him, I feel lied to and played like a piano. I have the pamphlets and all the information on how to talk to your kids about drugs and how to tell if your child is high and so on, but , none of them prepared me for this.

I feel lost, I do not know how to handle this.