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In the 80's, while browsing the bookstore, someone had recommended this book to me. And I reacted with, "No. I don't think so." Internally, my reaction was, "But you don't understand where I come from. Nobody has experienced anything like this." This internal reaction kept me unconsciously (psychically, if you will) beating up my parents and myself. It was an agreement with myself. Or, more appropriately, I nourished and preserved an excuse for my not reaching my potential. I read this book in 1998. This was nine years after I had made a commitment to myself to endlessly grow. Some other books that helped me were, "My Mother Myself," to understand my relationship with my mother. And, John Bradshaw's, "Family Secrets," to understand to unspoken truths. Five years later, as I look at my life now, I am glad that I have made peace with my parents (They did the best that they knew how; and I love for that). Recently someone whom I've known since 1976, but had lost contact with, said to me, "Wow. I'm glad I have a great family who is always here for me." This was a wake up call for me, because I truly responded internally with, "Wow! I am glad that I had the experiences that I had. I am also glad that I have made a commitment to use each of those experiences to enhance my self-image. Without my parents, I wouldn't be all that I love about myself." So, for those of you who fear reading a book that guides you to take responsibility for your life, congratulate yourself for recognizing your fear. That can be the beginning of your choosing to be the best you possible - and loving that. |
