Some of you may not believe in the alternatives to western medicine, but we all have our own philosophies. I am a firm believer, especially after my experience with homeopathy. What I have confidence in is that prescription drugs are symptom specific remedies, and are typically “Band-Aids” to ailments. My goal is to discover the root of the problem and heal from within. Aside from my back injury, many of my ailments (headaches, tension in my neck, anxiety, irregular sleep patterns, nightmares, irritability, control issues-to name a few) are thought to be the result of being imbalanced emotionally. This makes a lot of sense to me, considering my history.
In order to understand my diagnosis, I am going to delve into my past. To sum it up: I grew up believing I was a doormat. I had a bad case of lowest self-esteem and little self-worth. My big brother was a bully to me, and he was somewhat of a golden child. I suppose this is why I instigated him so badly. Sibling rivalry is a part of growing up I suppose, but I know now that I was too fragile for the combat. Even though I did better at school, had better manners, and was more self-motivated, my core belief was that he was better. Do not misunderstand me, my parents loved and cared for us both. In my mind, however, I simply didn’t measure up to my older bro. Indeed the thoughts were irrational, but it planted the seed that I was not good enough. In order to be liked, I found that I had to go above and beyond for people. I saw this happen in work settings, friends, and romantic relationships. I always felt the needed to give so much. As Dr. Phil would say, “I taught people how to treat me.” Teenage angst was the result, but deep down it was simply a naïve, confused, young woman- unsure of how to deal with life. Without having a good relationship with my dad during my teen years, I felt starved for male attention. The first boy to notice me- and I was willing to derail my whole world to please him. This is where life took a nasty turn and it took years to break the self-destructive pattern. I was manifesting a horrid case of self-hatred. I felt tortured, lonely, unloved, and completely FURIOUS at myself for what I had let others do to me. It was a very dark time in my life, and art may have been the only healthy escape that I had.
*Self Portrait; “Surrounded by the demons”
College- I had grown in many ways, but I was still riddled with self-esteem issues and trusting others. I made progress, but I was still not in a healthy state. Then, I became a tattoo apprentice. This was in some ways very uplifting, and yet looking back I see now how I was abused and threatened there-thus repeating a vicious cycle. The apprenticeship that lasted for 2 years ended abruptly. Over time, I was worn down from the abuse there. Don’t get me wrong, I am aware that as an apprentice a little bit of “playful” abuse occurs. Cleaning toilets, running errands and being jokingly berated is part of the experience. However, it was taken too far when a certain co-worker would scold me, shout and say horrible things to me in front of my clients, and lastly, locked me a in a closet. I had enough self-worth at that time to know that I didn’t deserve that. This was a hard thing for me, because my dream of becoming a tattoo artist had been shattered. The boss threatened me not to go to another shop and I was naïve enough to listen. This was yet another hardship that set me back emotionally.
*Tattoo that I did on myself as a form a “healing” from the horrible tattoo apprenticeship experience. This tattoo symbolizes female strength and beauty and perseverance.
After college, I became an officer. This was an accomplishment I never knew I was capable of. I became stronger physically, and emotionally. A part of me wonders if this was some sort of subconscious revenge on my brother-whose life-long goal was to become a cop. I think I deny this possibility because I love my brother and don’t want to accept that I tried to hurt him. Once I was able to work through my anger issues and the fact that I truly didn’t desire to be an officer, I was able to make amends with my bro. I spent a year working out the issues of family dysfunction, self-esteem, and relationship trust and made much progress. The most important thing I learned is PERSPECTIVE. I was able to forgive myself and to see my relationships in a new light. So, here I am in a better job, and having resolved any negative issues with my loving family. I feel almost complete. I’ve made great strides in health, learning more about my emotions and how to have control. All in all: how tp achieve my model life. Homeopathy unlocked the door to my exploration.
*My dearest brother and I…a friendship in the making
I was able to identify characteristics of my disposition. My personality is comparable to a dog’s. See- a dog is loyal to the end. A dog is a people pleaser. Even if an owner has beaten a dog to a pulp- that dog will still be waiting by the door, tail wagging, for owner to come home. This describes me fairly well. Now, eventually an abused dog learns to BITE back. Similar to a rabid dog, I tend to “bite” back when I am most vulnerable. Much like the symptoms of rabies, I find myself out of control, full of rage, defensive, and engulfed in negative, irrational thoughts. In the past, this was a dynamic in my everyday life. However, since I have done hard work, this state only appears when I am most vulnerable…in instances like PMS (due to the hormone changes). This is also rearing it’s ugly head through physical ailments-headaches, anxiety, nightmares. If you can believe that it’s all connected- you can start to solve the puzzle, and learn to heal.
With homeopathic remedies, I am treating the very thing that ails me (symptoms wise) by reaching the root. I am not writing this blog to play victim in any way. Indeed, many of my own “problems” were simply erroneous thinking on my part. I choose to see the world differently now which reminds me of one of my favorite quotes, “Change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” I am so thankful for all my trials and tribulations. They led me here and I am in a great place now. No longer the “tortured soul,” I have sprouted into an optimistic survivor. Negativity and darkness no longer serve me. I now follow a path of light into a world where creativity isn’t about suffering-it is about celebrating.