My Body Is Talking to Me?

Everything that happens in life, good or bad, reflects our inner life.  What does that mean?  We create our own reality.  Our body and our world are mirrors of what we feel and experience.  If we pay attention to the mirrors, we can change our life.

Let’s say you have gout; it could be a sign of unresolved anger.  Vision problems can be an inability to see what is in front of you.  Back problems could be a lack of support.  All ailments have a meaning.  Louise Hay’s book “You Can Heal Your Life” is a great starting point.  It may not mean to you what it means to someone else.  That’s ok.  We can all interpret things in different ways.  Maybe you are triggered by what someone says to you on a regular basis.  All of these are clues.  If you follow the clues, you could end up with a new life.  If you don’t follow the clues, they don’t go away, they just get louder.

In my own story, I have been following the clues for a while now, but they don’t heal overnight.  My eyesight is terrible.  I can’t see what is right in front of my face without my glasses or contact lenses.  In 5th grade, when I first got glasses, you could say I was naïve.  I believed that friendships would last forever, and people wouldn’t hurt you.  It took another year before I started to see.  I had always assumed that when school started, I would walk together with my friends, as we had the previous year.  One of my friends began to play mind games with me.  I couldn’t get an answer as to what time we would meet, or maybe she would walk with someone else.  I have always liked to have a plan and school was starting in a couple of days.  I told her my plan and figured that I would still walk to school with my other friend.  That night, I found out that wasn’t happening either.  I wound up walking by myself, but she knew my plan.  We would meet at the traffic light, with her walking either ahead of me or behind me.  She would talk with several girls loud enough so I could hear what they were saying about me.  This practice was repeated on the way home from school.  Once home I would cry to my mom and do it all over again the next day.  This happened for two and a half months.  I finally snapped.  I hit her with a binder and took off running.  I told my mom when I got home, but it was different this time.  Her mother called.  I was to blame.  Her daughter would never do anything like that.  By the time I went to bed that night I had also lost my other friend.  I didn’t ever want to be hurt like that again, so I hid.  I didn’t just hide for a day.  I hid for years.  I didn’t feel like engaging with the world until I was in 8th grade.  My vision continued to get worse.  I couldn’t see all the people who I could be friends with.  I could only see the potential hurt. 

Today I still have terrible vision and wear contact lenses, but my prescription has stabilized.  I still run through what don’t I see.  I have some ideas, but that is for another time.  I am a work in progress and always will be.  My body and mirror have other lessons to teach me.  Is there something that you can’t see?  What is your body trying to tell you?  When did you notice a problem in your life?  Follow the clues.  You can either be your own detective or I can help you.  Click here to book an appointment.