Disconnecting to reconnect

In those times of many lockdowns and distance rules many sought a means to connect with others on social media.

Some felt very isolated or even felt like having become an emotional punchbag for, not just one person but two. Several people by the corona measures felt that they were left alone, having no support out there.

No help. The whole time you are trying to hold it together. Because although you don’t tell anybody, you are suffering too. You won’t admit it, not because you don’t want to be perceived as weak but because for them you need to be seen as strong.  {You’re tired, so very tired. Almost numb now}

The last few months we could clearly see how specific events were felt, understood and experienced very differently between people.

Even exactly the same event, will be experienced differently between the people that attend, for instance. {TripAdvisor for humans}

As humans, it is instinctive to want to be liked and have people around us. “Safety in numbers” and all that. But we no longer live in caveman days where we have to worry about predators. So groups of people are not around to physically save our lives. But of course, friends and family do serve vital purposes still. And it might be that these group of people may save your life in other ways. So this desire to “fit in” and be included is natural. But when does this need become detrimental to our wellbeing, rather than protective? {TripAdvisor for humans}

Last few months, lots of people have had to cut themselves off from life for a long period. Contacts with family and friends got reduced. Children, adults, colleagues and friends all had felt it too. Even when many got to social media took some time on Zoom or other contact platforms, the distance and the unnaturalness were felt.

Though spending so much time on social media did not seem to have been so good for many, because of them feeling even more isolated or feeling as an exception, thinking differently.

A mum to two not-so-little boys and more recently, a little girl,  midwife-ing and health visiting, finds reaching a place of being happy with who you are is priceless,

so a certain amount of discomfort is to be expected, no? {TripAdvisor for humans}

She thinks

another part of trying to place less importance in the opinions of others is learning to be ok with being the villain in someone else’s story. It might not be factually accurate, and it may not sit well with you (especially if the person has arrived at the conclusion in a somewhat ignorant and closed-off manner), but does it matter? Maybe that is what they need to be ok with themselves or what happened.

Perhaps another element is disconnecting to reconnect. Come off social media for a while; it’s good for the soul. Reconnect with the people and places around you instead. Spend more time in nature, and less time in the virtual world of unsolicited advice and opinions.{TripAdvisor for humans}

Trouble in my brain

Who does not want to be loved? Who is not longing for attention, recognition, acknowledgement and for being recognised as a human being, to be seen and heard and why not for receiving a hug?

E.T.'s blog

I’m so confused.
There’s a big mess in my head.
I don’t know where to start and where to end.
There’s no problem in my life.
The only problems are made by me.
I’ve got no big threats against my life.
Then why is my brain fried?
Problems are problems, if you give them the space to be problems.
Because the only one recognizing those problems, is you.
It’s your brain telling you there’s a problem, but when is it really one?
My brain is fried with problems.
Or aren’t they such things?
Are they just thoughts, which pass my mind too many at the same time, so that I can’t see which one is which anymore?
I can’t differentiate between them.
I want things but do I have the right to?
I’m aware of my past and my failures.
I try to stop myself from doing weird things.
But…

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