'the alarming possibility of being able'

-- Soren Kierkegaard

I've got a new favourite youtube channel now!

these videos are such bite-sized awesomeness:

Self-actualizers are very much defined by a life mission

We cannot change anything unless we can accept it. 
-- Carl Jung

I'm doing a lot of info-consumption (in other words, crazily reading multiple things concurrently, and being haphazard -- but hey! I defend this with my belief that there's a secret order to the chaos); then I'm doing bite-sized actions cause I can't manage too many things at once, I think. I've sort of decided to treat my self, my nafs, you know, like my pediatric clients -- have achievable goals, and then gradual scaffolding and positive reinforcement is the way! Then pray for divine guidance and long-term (more like life-long) project sustainability.


"... it is generally considered that emotions and feelings, in all of their diversity, are a natural expression of our relationship to life and that healthy or appropriate emotion is a desirable condition. This is not to say that all emotion are beneficial but that they are often a natural response to aspects of our life. In this respect, if I did not experience fear when in danger or grief at a time of loss or anger if I am being abused, this would probably be unhealthy. Many emotions are part of a natural play of our experience that are a necessary presence for health. With this view we might consider that unless we genuinely embrace our emotions fully, we cannot experience the richness and happiness life can bring. Equally, if we are unable to relate to the nuances of our feeling and emotional life, life will become arid and without real engagement and meaning. Our relationships will become mechanical and uncaring. What makes the emotions problematic is the excessive or overwhelming and unconscious dominance of emotions such as anger, aggression, jealousy, pride, desire, fear, and so on that then become potentially destructive and need to be brought into balance.

Within both the world of therapy and healing and Buddhist thinking, therefore, it could be said that it is not the emotions per se that are unhealthy but the way we respond or relate to them. When we do not relate to them openly and allow them to be as they are to move through us, we become bound up with them in an unhealthy way, and they become what we might call an affliction. When we go unconscious, become overwhelmed, or block and suppress an emotion, it becomes unhealthy. It can then dominate us and become destructive to both us and others. This means that we can begin to distinguish between emotion itself as a natural expression of our feeling life and the secondary contraction into an unhealthy relationship we may have with our emotions."

-- Feeling Wisdom, by Rob Preece

Alhamdulillah, I'm suddenly finding myself able to understand a lot of these stuff properly and deeply; I know that that whole excerpt would likely mean nothing to most people who read it (as it would have had to me, not very long ago as well), especially because the bigger idea is better understood from the book as a whole rather than just those bits. I'm finally understanding properly, I think, the concept of emptying your self -- something discussed in most ancient traditions, including Sufi Islam; concepts about ego and the nafs and the personality. About emotions and what they mean to the self, and what their purpose is, perhaps. I'm still learning though, and feel ravenous for this stuff.

I was not twenty when I bought Carl Jung's text, The Boundaries of the Soul, and now I think I'm actually finally ready to read what's in it. I don't think I could put two and two together at all when I first read it as a teenager. Now it's sitting on the ledge of my bed.


Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah!

And Astaghfirllah for all my past sins.
Blessings from God are always unfathomable.
Faith is trust when we cannot guarantee the outcome for ourselves.
(in fact, we actually never can guarantee anything for ourselves, can we?
we can't even guarantee tomorrow.
it's all self-illusion, thinking that we can.)
Choose faith to overcome the anxiety of living,
and not let the fear of life drive you to this self-illusion
i.e. doing things because it's safe rather than right, or true.

omg I love this kid!

I used to say that if I had a girl,

I wanted her to be like Nina the adorable and brilliant little Japanese girl

(whose videos are gone from the internet ever since she entered primary school);

but if I had a boy,

I want him like William!

This boy is so adorable, my goodness.

I was talking to the principal at one of my preschool centers earlier this evening, and we were discussing one of the boys on my caseload: how adorable, sociable, and cheerful a child he is in school, how I'm discharging him from therapy because he does not need it, and then... we have his parent complaining about how he's basically a terror to have at home; throwing tantrums apparently, slamming doors, and fighting his mum who attempts to cane him. The principal and I looked at each other, and before we said it, we knew we were on the same page: it's not the child, is it.

I'm quite sure of this: if you were to ask any experienced or perceptive educator, they will tell you that many of the supposed emotional, behavioural, learning, or academic problems that children encounter are not about them, but the repercussions of living with parents and families who are emotionally volatile at the very least, or completely damaging at the worst. Seriously. The longer I work in this field, the more I see not just the developmental trajectory of children, but the nature of humanity.

So many things happen below the apparent physical surface of our realities, but we don't consider them, strangely enough. People don't seem to consider them, much less think deeply about them. But their effects manifest eventually into our physical realities -- then we wonder, why? why is he like this? why does my child behave this way? Even for myself, as I've harped on in recent posts, I'm realising how much I've been very much shaped by my early childhood experiences, and how hard it is to reverse deeply-wired patterns put in place by the environment I grew up in, that I know I need to shed. Lucky for us, neuroscience has proven our brains remain plastic all the way to our deaths. It's like God's promise eh, that we still have a chance till our last breaths, to change our habits, our thoughts and opinions, and our emotional responses, to achieve some higher destiny maybe. We can totally rewire the way we think, if we put in the effort, if we choose it. But until each individual does that, takes control of his own life trajectory, most of us are products of our environment. As children, we have no capacity to fight this, and we are inevitably moulded by our milieu; and as a professional working with children, it is so painful to watch this happen and have no power to change it beyond what little nudges we can give to parents, in whose hands new lives appear so precariously held.




I see things so starkly now, ever since my recent epiphany about love (thank you Jin, for singing what is likely to remain my theme song of the year, Epiphany). Every single individual is born with a need to love and be loved in return, and if you just keep that in mind while you interact with all humans, you simply cannot go wrong. When I step into the classroom to see my kids and their friends, this human need for love is so clear; I love children for this purity that they have before life layers them with the masks they live behind--

Children will fight for your affection and get upset about not being attended to. When I call one child by name, the next child will immediately pipe up, "Do you know my name?" and the next one after that asks the same, and the next one after that. In the end I can have eleven children asking me if I know their names, haha, adorbs. You look at one boy and not the other, and you immediately get an upset response, "What about me!". These children make it clear on their faces, by their words, and by their actions, how much they want to be loved, how much they want to be seen.

Adults pretend they don't. When I do believe, we grown-ups very, very much, still do. Instead, adults have internally and privately learnt (we don't share this taboo information with each other) that we get love from people by being beautiful, or being successful, or being obedient and good, or being of service, or many other ways (dysfunctional or not), depending on the main message we get from our parents or caregivers (should they fail to convey to us we are loved just as we are). And when people fail to be any of the things they each think make them lovable to people, they believe they become unlovable -- and all sorts of problems ensue, the least of which I feel is depression. People who keep having to need this assurance that they are loved by others, can never truly love in return -- because you very easily mistake validation for love. How can you love well when you think you need to be rich or beautiful, say? Does it make sense: I'm sorry, I can't love you because I'm ugly. or I'm sorry, I can't love you, cause I have no money. or the other extreme, I'm so smart, beautiful, and rich, how can you not love me? And some other people stop fighting for love all together, and think they don't need it.

Use the mother-child relationship as an analogy; if there's an easy reference for true love, it's between a mother and child. Would a mother only feed and nurture her child if the child was beautiful? Would a mother only choose to call her child her own if he was healthy, perfect, and good? No, a mother loves the child no matter who or how he or she is. The fact that the child has been granted life makes him worthy of love. But see, most of us did not grow up knowing that fact; and from childhood onwards, we each try and figure out how to get this love we so crave.

I feel like all of this might be the point of life; to learn that the love that we're all searching here on the human plane will never be enough, because we're out to find the Real Love. And when we finally do learn to love God and love ourselves for having been granted life from God, do we learn to truly love others.

All of that made a very, very painful lesson for me to learn;
and now I'm trying to learn to love properly, insya Allah.

Rasulullah s.a.w. told us, 

"You will not enter paradise until you have faith, 

and you will not have faith until you love one another."

---

Epiphany totally merits multiple postings on my blog.

I am in love with this song,

and in relation to the above:

This part!

I want to love them in this world...

Shining me, the precious soul of mine,

I finally realised so I love me.

On many occasions during the early part of the monsoon in the Himalayas, I watched with fascination the emergence of clouds in the clear sky. From the clarity of blue sky a small wisp of white cloud would suddenly appear. In a short while it would grow into a small, fluffy white cloud. If the conditions were right, over time it would gradually swell into a massive, billowing gray cloud full of power and energy that flashed and rumbled. Eventually the dark center of this mass would deposit its contents upon the land below, and following that, I could see its heart collapse. Once the power of the cloud had been dissipated, it would slowly evaporate away until once again all that remained was a small wisp drifting in the vast blue space.

This fascinates me as a metaphor because the emergence of a storm cloud in the early days of the monsoon is so reminiscent of the emergence of strong emotions. What may begin as the wisp of a subtle feeling not yet noticed as anything significant grows into a stronger feeling that starts to draw our attention. Eventually, if the conditions are right, this can become a powerful emotional surge that has the capacity to overwhelm and dominate us as we lose control, driven by its need to express something to dissipate its energy. This may lead us to shower someone with abuse or to burst into tears. Once the core of the emotion has dissipated, the release can enable us to gradually calm down. The remaining feelings can still reverberate around our energy for some time, until eventually they settle back into the ground of our everyday feeling life.

-- Feeling Wisdom, by Rob Preece

I still haven't found a good time frame to blog proper,

but I keep coming across interesting nuggets that need to be recorded here anyway.

This video tried to dismiss all ancient religious thoughts on love though,

when come on, we've always had those mystical aphorisms by Rumi, say.

The ancients and true sages always knew this stuff.

Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
- Rumi

For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks,
the ultimate, the last test and proof,
the work for which all other work
is but preparation.

-- Rilke

He describes the flow state as an 

"unbelievable lucidity, instant recall, 

the capacity to explain what you're feeling and thinking effortlessly".

I felt like I needed to blog tonight, but I feel like for the moment, this little post suffices; because I haven't built up that flow state Jason Silva describes, and that's the thing that keeps me writing on my blog, honestly. The years and years of repeated reflective flow states are what makes me put words on this page; and as I've said before, and here corroborated by Mr Silva, it's not about planning what to put into a words. It's the timing; a build-up of thoughts and feelings over a time period, and then culminating in a ready, serendipitous moment, to be unleashed via my fingers tapping on the keyboard. I feel like for me, this is a necessary creative release.

Tonight I'm feeling tired -- from a highly productive day though, I must say.
(I always hit more than a 10, 000 steps a day when I have 4 cases to run)
My blogging moments will hopefully surface another time.


But before I go off to sleep, perhaps earlier than I have in months (or years), because suddenly YJ telling us on groupchat that she's going to bed at 10.30 is creating a positive influence --

can I be a fangirl and declare my favouritest songs from BTS's latest and final installment of their Love Yourself? Right now, it's Epiphany, Serendipity, Answer: Love Myself, and Euphoria.

They are beautiful to listen to, and to ponder on.

But did I fall so that I could be hit by those countless stars?

I'm the only target to the thousand of those radiant arrows.

Why do you keep wanting to hide inside your mask

Even the scars that were formed from my mistakes

are my very own constellations

Oh, and this vid has been on my mind for a while too,

hm.....

Friends huddle together to keep from being buffeted by the wind,

Spiritual partners want to know where the winds come from.

Friends don't want to rock the boat,

Spiritual partners love to swim.

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

oh this is so good

and I love BTS-ARMY so much.

name me a more awesome fandom at the moment

(and omg, David is wearing a Love Yourself sweatshirt; I want one!)

on other matters,

work is crazy busy now, 

and I've been trying to be more organized 

with all the happenings and errands in my life;

and discovering calendar-blocking as an organization and planning technique --

it's kinda making me freak out cause I can really see how little time there is, always.

at the same time,

still discovering and learning these interesting, life-changing stuff.

I don't know if I maybe live my life by themes, but this love yourself business

is really pervading a lot of my daily experiences.

At times, I used to wonder if loving yourself meant arrogance and pride,

but as someone mentioned in this video, that's really not it.

Arrogance has its root in dysfunctional self-esteem, really.

But recognizing one's self-worth is the basis for true generosity and kindness,

I am learning.

I'm still reading up a lot on pride, arrogance, and gratitude in Islam,
to see where the connections are in all of this...
hmmmmmm.

ja!

ohmygod this is too cute!

William, Bentley, and Sam came to Singapore

and had our standard kaya toast and egg set!

I love how this family eats.

I was having therapy this morning with my LSEd V (i.e. Learning Support Educator) and little boy A, and then I noticed I was getting blood onto the picture cards as I passed him the animals he named. It took me a stunned moment to realise that I was bleeding from my nose! I quietly swiped it up with my fingers and what little tissue I had, until my little boy A cried, "Why, why your hand got blood!" Haha, busted.

I went to bed last night nursing a sore throat and trudged out to work this morning anyways; been feeling woozier by the hour though. And I've just been wondering if my poor emotional state is really starting to impact my physical health once again. I've had a good stretch since early this year, but now I feel like I need to hold on tight against any relapse. Is this a teething process perhaps? I've said how these recent years and months have brought on a huge psychological change for me; and I do feel there has been a lot of internal struggle and effort expended. Many times I've wished I could be more emotionally flat because it's so hard to live like a sensitive wire; trying to embrace this for the super-skill that it may be instead of just burying it and then having to fight fires when it inevitably surfaces at intermittent times, is the teething process I'm referring to. To reign it in, manage it, and control it, for when it's only needed, takes so much internal muscle, I just feel really, really tired and raw. I cannot wait for my getaway in October; just imagining soaking in the hot onsen and letting go of that reign for the moment, to sink into quiet bliss.

My head and heart also keep going back to East of Eden; I love it so much. I've been telling my friends how it's possibly the best novel I've read in my life thus far. Perhaps it's me always finding meaning in the vaguest of events, but this book, more than any other before, spoke so serendipitously and so directly to my heart and my present need in this time of life.

I keep thinking of Lee, Cal, and Sam Hamilton. And then Cathy. How unfair it appears at times, that some people are expected to be good despite horrid circumstances, and others are admired for being good but not having to put in an ounce of effort. But I suppose it's like every other thing in life we have been bestowed or alternately deprived of. They're just our test papers in life, aren't they? Whatever the combination of cards we've been given in life, that's the one you've got to play with, and still play it well. A bad deal doesn't give you license to cheat or foul, does it? But damn, if it doesn't piss people off, when those dealt with better cards feel a smugness, as though their good fortune was anything of their own doing. (For reference of how real this is, watch this TED talk about an experiment proving just how smug people get about what was arbitrarily given to them.) That's basically what privilege is. I feel that recognising the good hand you've been given is the start of virtue for those with good hands. And those given a bad hand -- what's their start to virtue? Perhaps it is to recognize that the bad hand doesn't give one license to lash out, and to slowly learn the wisdom of the hand you've been given: you have a choice, a hard one though it may be. And what a bigger triumph it is to succeed with a bad hand.

When I think of Lee, and his personal history, I think how valid his anger would be against a society so prejudiced against him as an individual. And yet, he showed such equanimity and goodwill. He then becomes a force of good. I keep wishing I had my own Lee. What's especially hard is trying so hard against your bad hand, hoping desperately for scraps of reward, and not have any support or quarter -- would Cal have made a turn for the better without Lee? Lee, who saw Cal grow up and struggle against his bad hand and the endless comparison with his shiny, beautiful brother. If I work so hard at this, this life, and project all my energy towards goodness and selflessness, would anyone recognize how hard I've worked against the bad hand I've felt I've been given -- this is the basis of good, isn't it? And don't we all battle this at least a little bit? If one believes in an afterlife, God is the way we validate this struggle, and reward is in the concept of heaven. But to sustain this battle with the self without human support seems torturous, if not impossible, to me. It makes me feel sad, because Lees and Sam Hamiltons and perhaps a future-grown-up-Cal are so rare.

I want my Lee. (I'd say I have one friend who may be my Lee, since I feel we're so open with each other about our deepest struggles and we are on the same page about a lot of things -- that's you, E, sorry if such fuzzy feelings make you feel weird, haha.) But I'd love to live among Lees. Have a partner who's my closest Lee (see why I'm so obsessed about the concept of true love?).

May we all be given our versions of Lee. May God give us friends and partners who love us not despite our faults, but because of them, and help us tread evermore the uphill climb.

Amin!


Also a related poem I've posted before on this blog years back,
but now deserves a re-post (I pasted this on my clinic desk back at KK):

The Fear of God by Robert Frost

If you should rise from Nowhere up to Somewhere,
From being No one up to being Someone,
Be sure to keep repeating to yourself
You owe it to an arbitrary god
Whose mercy to you rather than to others
Won't bear to critical examination.
Stay unassuming. If for lack of license
To wear the uniform of who you are,
You should be tempted to make up for it
In a subordinating look or tone,
Beware of coming too much to the surface
And using for apparel what was meant
To be the curtain of the inmost soul.

timshel-- thou mayest

The past week, book club finished and discussed East of Eden, by John Steinbeck.

I feel an overwhelming awe and appreciation for this book; it is so good.

(spoilerssss!)

I struggle to say what about it is so good; the careful nuance depicting good and evil? What is goodness? What is evil? When do we decide someone is evil and when do we empathise and understand there was a hurt? How do we fight against the evil within ourselves when we are hurt? At the end of the day, the message appears to be, no matter how hard your challenge in life, no matter how so very very hard it is, and how much you've been hurt, you have a choice. timshel-- thou mayest.

One of my strongest images from the book is Lee, 

discreetly telling a quietly-seething Caleb, "Don't do it."

There are people in this world who crash and burn against you,

and then think nothing of it, and you seethe and seethe,

and that's the kind of thing that generates the hate that generates evil.

And the worse if you're a generally clever person, for then

you can become a sharp tool of wickedness, if you don't make the harder choice.

After a time his breathing steadied and he watched his brain go to work slyly, quietly. He fought the quiet hateful brain down and it slipped aside and went about its work. He fought it more weakly, for hate was seeping all through his body, poisoning every nerve. He could feel himself losing control.

Then there came a point where the control and the fear were gone and his brain cried out in an aching triumph. His hand went to a pencil and he drew tight little spirals one after another on his blotting pad. When Lee came in an hour later there were hundreds of spirals, and they had become smaller and smaller. He did not look up.

Lee closed the door gently. "I brought you some coffee," he said.

"I don't want it-- yes, I do. Why, thank you, Lee. It's kind of you to think of it."

Lee said, "Stop it! Stop it, I tell you!"

"Stop what? What do you want me to stop?"

Lee said uneasily, "I told you once when you asked me that it was all in yourself. I told you you could control it -- if you wanted."

"Control what? I don't know what you're talking about."

Lee said, "Can't you hear me? Can't I get through to you? Cal, don't you know what I'm saying?"

"I hear you, Lee. What are you saying?"

"He couldn't help it, Cal. That's his nature. It was the only way he knew. He didn't have any choice. But you have. Don't you hear me? You have a choice."

---

And this simple yet beautiful exchange almost choked me up; it's the understated honest moments in life that grabs at your heart, and changes you.

"Wait-- let me get it all out. Aron didn't grow up. Maybe he never will. He wanted the story and he wanted it to come out his way. He couldn't stand to have it come out any other way."

"How about you?"

"I don't want to know how it comes out. I only want to be there while it's going on. And Cal-- we were kind of strangers. We kept it going because we were used to it. But I didn't believe the story any more."

"How about Aron?"

"He was going to have it come out his way if he had to tear the world up by the roots."

Cal stood looking at the ground.

Abra said, "Do you believe me?"

"I'm trying to study it out."

"When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to. But when you grow up you take your place and you're your own size and shape. Things go out of you to others and come in from other people. It's worse, but it's much better too. I'm glad you told me about Aron."

"Why?"

"Because now I know I didn't make it all up. He couldn't stand to know about his mother because that's not how he wanted the story to go-- and he wouldn't have any other story. So he tore up the world. It's the same way he tore me up -- Abra -- when he wanted to be a priest."

Cal said, "I'll have to think."

"Give me my books," she said. "Tell Lee I'll come. I feel free now. I want to think too. I think I love you, Cal."

"I'm not good."

"Because you're not good."

💚💔😭

The real value is someone, having faced his own darkness and all his flaws and faults, struggles to live and make the right choices. That's life; that's life, deshou. That's being human, and being worthy of love.

I really like Cal. He was so real.

And ganbatte, S! You have a choice.

it's a week to BTS comeback;

and I'm marveling at how amazing this ARMY-BTS dynamic is.

here's someone Korean explaining Ddaeng in detail

so we non-Koreans can also appreciate the stunning wordplay in this.

is it a surprise the appreciation and love for BTS keeps growing.

This past few weeks have messed with my fragile routine;
while my psyche has a complete overhaul,
real life schedules take a backseat.
This is a pattern I've noticed.
I maybe need to schedule in regular and good proper downtime for psyche revamps
to buffer for such situations.

Cause when I return to physical and external life,
suddenly I'm overwhelmed,
and my deadlines are about to bowl me over.

Not usually my thing but I've had to back out from planned friend-meets

and just sit with my deadlines.

 

 

 

come on, S, fight the negativity,

forgive yourself,

and ganbatte.

(look at this cute bird trying to karate or something)

everyone's at least a little familiar with this, yes? haha.

one just hopes one doesn't keep floating in the blue there.

Chatting with some friends, not about my problems per se,

but theirs, actually sheds light on my own problems --

and I realise we're all the same to some extent.

We're all struggling about the same stuff.

I wonder if it's my knack of constantly seeing patterns,

or whether it's synchronicity or if that's one and the same thing --

but when I talk with my friends, it really seems like all the same stuff:

are we loved for who we are?

are we then able to love others?

who breaks the cycle of hurt first?

I will try my very, very best-est not to think negatively of anyone, ever.

Not to ever let it dash across my mind how I may fare better compared to others.

Someone who's a work-in-progress, is at least progressing,

and will best you in every way, anyway.

also, I think I'm finally understanding the difference between

perfectionism and excellence.

Excellence allows and in fact builds on failure and vulnerability.

Perfectionism is a failed state to begin with.

To think that you'll break apart by exposing your weaknesses and faults 

only hinders your path to excellence.

ganbatte, S!

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
People will do anything,
no matter how absurd,
in order to avoid facing their own soul.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light,
but by making the darkness conscious.
~ Carl Jung

Why is growing so painful.

I'm thankful though; 

the pain is worth the growth and the light,

and the hope for a better and happier future.

Although when the pain happens,

you wish you could feel anything else but.

---

and omg,
BTS, I love you guys so much for telling amazing stories.

this one seems to fit so well with my life right now.
synchronicity?

I finally realised

so I love me

this was exactly what happened this morning for me,

after hours and hours of tears.

when you truly don't need someone outside of you to approve of you,

you live freer, and you are freer to love truly.

also, like Maya Angelou said,

Don't trust anyone who loves you but doesn't love himself.

You've got to love yourself first, 

for you to be able to love others.

Now that I know better,

I'll do better.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

yay omg BTS comeback!

It is one of the turning points in therapy when the patient comes to the emotional insight that all the love she has captured with so much effort and self-denial was not meant for her as she really was, that the admiration for her beauty and achievements was aimed at this beauty and these achievements and not at the child herself. In therapy, the small and lonely child that is hidden behind her achievements wakes up and asks: "What would have happened if I had appeared before you sad, needy, angry, furious? Where would your love have been then? And I was all these things as well. Does this mean that it was not really me you loved, but only what I pretended to be? The well-behaved, reliable, empathic, understanding, and convenient child, who in fact was never a child at all? What became of my childhood? Have I not been cheated out of it? I can never return to it. I can never make up for it. From the beginning I have been a little adult. My abilities -- were they simply misused?"

These questions are accompanied by much grief and pain, but the result is always a new authority that is establishing itself in the patient -- a new empathy with her own fate, born out of mourning. Now the patient does not make light of manifestations of her self anymore, does not so often laugh or jeer at them, even if she still unconsciously passes them over or ignores them, in the same subtle way that her parents dealt with the child before she had any words to express her needs. Even as an older child, she was not allowed to say, or even to think: "I can be sad or happy whenever anything makes me sad or happy; I don't have to look cheerful for someone else, and I don't have to suppress my distress or anxiety to fit other people's needs. I can be angry and no one will die or get a headache because of it. I can rage when you hurt me, without losing you."

In the majority of cases, it is a great relief to a patient to see that she can now recognize and take seriously the things she used to choke off, even if the old patterns come back, again and again, over a long period. But now she begins to understand that this strategy was her only chance to survive. Now, she can realize how she still sometimes tries to persuade herself, when she is scared, that she is not; how she belittles her feelings to protect herself, and either does not become aware of them at all, or does so only several days after they have already passed. Gradually, she realizes how she is forced to look for distraction when she is moved, upset, or sad.

Once the therapeutic process has started, it will continue if it is not interrupted by interpretations or other types of intellectual defense. The suffering person begins to be articulate and breaks with her former compliant attitudes, but because of her early experience she cannot believe she is not incurring mortal danger; she fears rejection and punishment when she defends her rights in the present. The patient is surprised by feelings she would rather not have recognized, but now it is too late: Awareness of her own impulses has already been aroused, and there is no going back.

Now the once intimidated and silenced child can experience herself in a way she had never before thought possible, and afterward she can enjoy the relief of having taken the risk and been true to herself. Whereas she had always despised miserliness, she suddenly catches herself counting up the two minutes lost to her session through a telephone call. Whereas she had previously never made demands herself and had always been tireless in fulfilling the demands of others, now she is suddenly furious that her therapist is again going on vacation. Or she is annoyed to see other people waiting outside the consulting room. What can this be? Surely not jealousy. That is an emotion she does not know! And yet: "What are they doing here? Do others besides me come here?" She hadn't realized that before.

At first it will be mortifying to see that she is not always good, understanding, tolerant, controlled, and above all, without needs, for these have been the basis of her self-respect.

-- The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self by Alice Miller

this is such a great thing.

I've seen this guy's TED talk before, on this very subject i.e. toxic masculinity,

and it impresses me that he's doing things beyond just preaching!

ahhhh, respect.

When I think about what makes a man,

I think... the Prophet s.a.w.?

Generous, kind, merciful, soft, brave, strong, wise, gentle ++

💚

I feel like for Muslim men, at least they have a more obvious example;

for Muslim women, it's even harder, isn't it.

What makes a woman?

Should I be like Sayidatina Aisyah r.a.?

Sayidatina Khadijah, or Fatimah, or Asiah r.a.?

An amalgam of it all?

It occurs to me that an adjective that possibly unites all these revered ladies is strong.

Sayidatina Asiah had a horrid and evil husband who she defied behind his back!

Sayidatina Aisyah was a scholar and had no kids.

Sayidatina Khadijah was a businesswoman boss.

But it's funny what culture does and perpetuates.

People don't think about it, much less discuss it,

so the fact that these men are questioning things,

and trying to get to the truths -- goodness, it gives me hope.

If I work more than I socialise, am I less of a woman?

If I am not married, am I less a woman?

If I do not have children, am I less a woman?

If I don't cook, am I less a woman?

If I don't flaunt physical or sensual beauty, am I less a woman?

You could do the same list for a man, couldn't you? 

With all the attendant cultural expectations of a man.

But are they valid expectations?

Are the things that we generally expect and demand of human beings valid, fair, just?

It's my idealism talking (and why shouldn't it?):

shouldn't we let every human be human.

Shouldn't we refrain from imposing any mould or shape on a yet unmoulded individual,

and let the child flourish beyond the limits we limited adults impose on them?

It's like we're actually passing on our diseases down and down and down to our progeny.

Follow the child's lead. That's like therapy 101.

---

In relation...

People generally don't think about it much, 

but how we talk about other people reflects what we think about human nature.

How we think about humans.

Making conclusions about people -- that they're X, Y or Z (pick from your selection of adjectives: selfish, stupid, evil, weak ++) and giving up on them as hopeless cases, without taking into account their entire sociology: what family they were born into, what struggles they had growing up, who they have been encountering their entire lives etc. -- is, to me, a limited and myopic thing to do. Because you don't then get the big picture. You just very easily and simply labeled someone, and simplified your view of the world. It's very easy to do this. Hence, stereotypes. It's harder, when encountering someone who triggers you, to question why they're behaving a certain way, to understand their motivations and impetus for being so, and to react in a more loving and compassionate way, recognising deeply, the possible situations that resulted in the current presentation, and how you would have likely been the very same if you were in their place.

It angers me that we do this to each other.

I hate it; it makes me sick.

When I realise my conversational group is talking negatively about someone else,

it strikes me sooner or later,

goodness, you all probably say or think the same thing about me too!

Then I start to get unhappy. Then I think, we shouldn't make the absent person unhappy either!

Where is our integrity.

That's why backbiting is a sin. In Islam, it is likened to eating the dead flesh of your brother or sister. 

Don't do it, S. Catch yourself. Whatever you think, say, or write, do so as if what is shared will be heard by the party in question. It's certainly heard by God.

E and I were discussing this last night: that we should make the habit of confronting a person directly should that person exert harm in any way to you or others or the surroundings. Instead of just going somewhere else to complain and bitch, do the person a courtesy and ask or request how things should be different. That's called respect. Respect the person and consider that perhaps this person does things unknowingly or unintentionally (or worse, with good intention -- which puts you in hot soup spiritually); allow them the chance to do what would please you instead. Don't condemn others on the basis of your silly and myopic conclusions. I think in most, if not all, cases, your conclusions are wrong.


When asked "Who is the best Muslim?"
Rasulullah s.a.w. said,
"He is the one from whom Muslims are safe from the evil of his tongues and hands."

zennnnnn

So, you know, I thought I was making a lot of headway about sustaining emotional awareness and managing my emotional reactions; the endless, inane type of comments that people make about life  and people and things, that used to just light me up in rage, I feel like I could take better now.

But then, after a whole night (and I'd say several days) of letting inane comments slide, I finally snapped. And it was the contempt I'd heard about someone I cared about, that sent me off kilter. On reflection, I should have stayed calm -- the error I'd made was the expectation, that everyone can come to see what I see, can come to understand what I mean, without already making value judgments. I've come to see that to some people, some things must not be said. They will understand it wrong. They have no patience to see the nuance of what is meant. And when they in turn start making judgments of you, you in anger and thus, in error, start making judgment of them.

Khalas. Disengage, S. I must learn to recognize this. But how? With whom can things be said and questioned and discussed, and with whom must they be withheld?



Open-mindedness is a difficult concept;
most people think they're open-minded, but are they, really?
Am I open-minded?
What is the definition of open-mindedness?

Definition (from here)

Open-mindedness is the willingness to search actively for evidence against one’s favored beliefs, plans, or goals, and to weigh such evidence fairly when it is available.

Being open-minded does not imply that one is indecisive, wishy-washy, or incapable of thinking for one’s self. After considering various alternatives, an open-minded person can take a firm stand on a position and act accordingly.

The opposite of open-mindedness is what is called the myside bias which refers to the pervasive tendency to search for evidence and evaluate evidence in a way that favors your initial beliefs. Most people show myside bias, but some are more biased than others.

There seems to be a poisonous belief among some Muslims that it is a dangerous thing to be open-minded; but to my mind, this makes utterly no sense. Muslims should be the most open-minded people there are; the Qura'an actively tells you to think, and ponder, and reflect, and says Truth is clear from error.  The very first people who embraced Islam had to be open-minded. The people who believed in the divinity of Prophet Muhammad s.a.w., the virgin birth of Prophet Isa a.s., and the ascension to heaven of our Prophet s.a.w. had to be open-minded. Why are you afraid of new information? Keep learning. Keep learning and ask for divine guidance. This is not rebelliousness. This is called learning. Are you stupid that you will believe everything you read wholesale, or are you of a discerning mind, and able to separate falsehoods from kernels of truth? Of course, I am not advocating arrogance; I am advocating a thirst for learning and knowledge, and then a careful understanding and analysis of all the information you gain. Filter all of what you've learned with the opinions of learned scholars. Listen to your heart, the seat of divine guidance, and send prayers upon the Prophet s.a.w.. Then live life better every day.

How can this be wrong, someone please explain.

---

the vulnerability loop

A wonderful bit from The Culture Code by Daniel Coyle:

"People tend to think of  vulnerability in a touchy-feely way, but that's not what's happening,"Polzer says. "It's about sending a really clear signal that you have weaknesses, that you could use help. And if that behavior becomes a model for others, then you can set the insecurities aside and get to work, start to trust each other and help each other. If you never have that vulnerable moment, on the other hand, then people will try to cover up their weaknesses, and every little microtask becomes a place where insecurities manifest themselves."

Polzer points out that vulnerability is less about the sender than the receiver. "The second person is the key," he says. "Do they pick it up and reveal their own weaknesses, or do they cover up and pretend they don't have any? It makes a huge difference in the outcome." Polzer has become skilled at spotting the moment when the signal travels through the group. "You can actually see the people relax and connect and start to trust. The group picks up the idea and says, 'Okay, this is the mode we're going to be in,' and it starts behaving along those lines, according to the norms that it's okay to admit weakness and help each other."

The interaction he describes can be called a vulnerability loop.

As usual, I shouldn't be up, but--

I had such a great book club meeting today, and it bears mentioning, even though it's this late.


Three years ago now, when L first mentioned to me off-handedly on a facebook comment I made, whether we should start off a book club together, my instinct was to jump on the suggestion. It felt so serendipitous; I think at that point, I'd had gotten my hands on Susan Wise Bauer's The Well-Educated Mind and I was itching to embark on a serious reading journey; L piping up like that about a book club was simply the next stepping-stone, which I easily leaped onto. Quickly, I had a few friends ready to start, and we set off; haltingly initially -- stumbling over formidable classics (cough, Moby Dick, cough) -- but slowly gaining a momentum with the variety and range of books, building rich conversations, and delving into each other's lives in a way I don't think we would have had otherwise.

Fast forward to today, our little book club is still running and ongoing (with an occasional shuffling of members), with a book always in progress (currently, an American classic, I'm proud to say!). Now my fervour for books, and sharing about the love of books only grows. I'd suggested it to my usrah (religious group) and suddenly, a tiny little group of us is starting to build a passion for this reading-and-then-discussing business. I feel bubbles of excitement at this. A good feeling. My gut tumbling in positive joy. I feel like the ripples of this will spread out in a beautiful way, insya Allah.


I am learning how to trust my intuition. 💚
It leads me to good places.
When I first started out book club years ago now,
that same feeling of anticipation and tugging-of-the-gut
was there. It felt right. It felt like I had to do it.
I am only marveling at how that moment has led to this
deep sense of joy and gratitude today.

Alhamdulillah for having been led to this path.
Alhamdulillah for the friends I've had along the way.
Alhamdulillah for the love I've had for reading.
Alhamdulillah for having been able to grasp opportunities when I see it.

Please help me listen to my intuition,
and to divine guidance for all matters in my life,
Amin.

when the personality comes fully
to serve the energy of the soul
-- Gary Zukav

"You have to know what sparks the light in you
so that you, in your own way,
can illuminate the world."
-- Oprah Winfrey

“I Am Not I”

BY JUAN RAMÓN JIMÉNEZ

TRANSLATED BY ROBERT BLY

I am not I.

                   I am this one

walking beside me whom I do not see,

whom at times I manage to visit,

and whom at other times I forget;

who remains calm and silent while I talk,

and forgives, gently, when I hate,

who walks where I am not,

who will remain standing when I die.

So my night didn't turn out the way I planned; it never does. Ahah!
I need to reduce my triggers/distractions if I want to manage myself better
i.e. restrict the computer screen, S.

I had planned an early night because I was so exhausted I took a cab back home and almost dozed in the car. I'd returned to work today after the long wedding weekend, and packed 5 therapy sessions in 5 separate centers and crap, that was not a good idea. I wasn't even travelling light! I had both my trolley bag and my backpack and was walking under the beating sun, from LRT station to centers and back and forth. By the time 3.30 pm rolled around, I was so tired. I was zoning out in air-con corners. After the last kid, I sucked on an ice-blended and sat at coffee bean for an hour cause I just couldn't and wouldn't move anymore with the crazy weight.


But here I am past a good bedtime once again;
because I had spent almost an hour chatting to J--
she had an SOS and we needed to talk (which derailed all my dinner plans).
And I was thinking, it's great that we have friends that are our counselor hotlines.
Some people have to pay to cry over the phone.
Although I feel like I play the counselor far more frequently and don't use my friend hotline enough.
When I get mad and am about to explode,
I often text E; we do this to each other.
Spam crazy mass texts in the heat of anger or any emotional turmoil--
and then I usually calm when we help each other analyse the crazy explosions that happened.
I openly tell my friends: I need therapy today. Please meet me. And it's free!
I am so thankful that I can do that. That I have friends that I can do that with.
Because not all friends are like that; and not everyone has the luxury of such essential active listeners
and who hopefully have your best interests at heart.

Then later in the night, I had discovered the depths of Oprah -- yes, that famous wonderful lady talkshow host. So apparently, Oprah has a superpower, and I love this adorable thing:

And it's true; I've been in enough courses (a necessary for a therapy-profession) and read enough books (e.g. Empathy, We Need To Talk) to appreciate her skill, scrutinised here in this video:

It is a super skill -- to be able to connect with someone;

and not let your own emotional baggage get in the way.

When you're not comfortable with who you are, 

people will also find it difficult to be comfortable with you.

Jiayou, S, to being a more empathic, loving, and compassionate human!

Oprah is a wonderful example.

What a wonderful, wonderful lady.

---

a separate thing but I've been meaning to post this

(because I've been having a rewatch; and god, this movie has so many quotables!):

Do not try and bend the spoon. That is impossible.
Instead only try to realise the truth.

What truth?

There is no spoon.

There is no spoon?

Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends.
It is only yourself.

💜

I should update about some real-life happenings --

like the fact that my sister got married this past weekend!

Things flew by like a blur; it went well, we were all exhausted,

and now I have the room to myself at home. :P

People like to say how, ohmygosh, you're the only one left!

I say, meh.

What's new.

I tell you, I am getting so good at this. I think I'm finally crossing the threshold. I'm starting to really not care. (I have crossed this threshold before in my life, for various other things. This is familiar.) People do that -- subtly express horror or pity or gloss over and avoid (their eyes get dart-y or crinkle sheepishly) -- or they pray for me (which is great, thank you all you lovely, hopefully-well-meaning humans). It's like having a debilitating disease. It's a rare person who looks at other humans as full humans, even at first encounter. Once you fall outside the norm, in the words of Brene Brown, you are acquainted with the wilderness. Initially, it's terrifying; it's not safe, it's scary. But after a while, and repeated exposure, you realise, what the heck. Let's explore this wilderness. What's so scary about this place just because everyone else isn't here? If I'm supposed to be out here, then damn well, I'm gonna be good at being out here. I've wasted too much time in my younger days being afraid anyway.

J and I have often talked about how if we were to live out our teen years again back in school, we'd live it out differently. But that's the essence of youth, isn't it? You often look back and feel like it's wasted in some way or other. Knowing what you do now, you wish you'd done better, or different. Braver. More curious. Learn the really necessary things in life. We've made peace with who our parents were or are, but if you know yourself now that you've grown, you probably learnt what you sorely needed as a child but did not receive.

Anyway!

I am happy. I hope my sister lives a good married life. Marriage is hard work, as it becomes increasingly apparent with age. My close friends and I are all mature enough to see beyond the frills of social convention and acceptance to the reality of lived relationships and what it takes. We talk about things differently now. I always feel that no matter what place you are, who you're with, and what you do -- crap will happen. Life will always be hard, always; we just differ in our relative struggles. What you need is simply the thing that makes all that struggle worth it. (God and all that comes in the hereafter, but in addition--) You hope and pray the person you're with serves as your joy and not your challenge; the work you do a reward rather than a pain; and the place you are plentiful and abundant rather than sparing. Amin.

a few other photos I meant to share from eons back;

thank you for lovely friends! who gave me BT21 cutesies for my birthday.

ahhhhh I should sleep, but I needed to get my thoughts out.



I was YouTube-jumping and I landed on Dave Chapelle's interview clips. He said something that I thought was wonderful in that interview:

that things are funny until they happen to you. suddenly, when it happens to you, there needs to be more empathy. suddenly, we're meant to see each other.


and isn't this so true.

It's like that well-known psychological concept: fundamental attribution error. What you see in others, you'd blame on their character; but what you see yourself doing, you attribute to circumstance. You're never wrong because the situation led you to do certain things; but everyone else is, because they're innately evil.

How do we escape such terrible human loops, but to practise more empathy, eh.


God, I shall strive to be kind,
but please help strengthen my heart so that I can always be kind.

like hanging on to hot coals.


This life is hard, but ganbatte, S!

Recently, amidst our endless rabbit-hole-type discussions,

E and I talked about the red pill vs. blue pill analogy iconized by the Matrix movie:

I still remember the day I watched this when I was 12. It didn't help that Keanu already had a place in my heart heeeee (he was my first crush since Speed the movie). I was enraptured by the movie; everything about it: the story, the special effects, the characters... and I like to think, the depth of the themes in the plot somehow seeped into my young mind even then too. It remains one of my favourite films to this day.


"This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill -- the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill -- you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more."

We all like to think we want to know the truth; until we've seen it. Then maybe we wished we could have remained happily ignorant again. Because once you've woken up, the work starts. And dang it, it's so hard. It's so hard. And wrought with endless pain, it seems. And no matter what, there's no going back and wishing you had taken the blue pill instead. This is an analogy for many things in life. But one of the biggest is depicted in the movie itself too: if you have woken up and understood the futility of the way a system works in your life, can you make yourself go back to functioning within the system without a care in the world? If you're smart enough to understand and see how horrid certain things are in this world, can you close your eyes and pretend it doesn't exist? Do you envy the endless bevy of happy, blissful people who are enjoying and partaking of that empty system? Do you wish you could be one of them?

There have been many days, particularly the ones I probably lacked sleep, when I wished I could drink a potion or something, to forget, to erase, and not having to know or have known something or several things that upended my life. In particular, I remember The Draco Trilogy by Cassandra Clare, when Ginny asked Hermione to help concoct a love potion for her -- then Hermione was all, "It's illegal! You can't use it on Draco to make him love you!" Ginny was damn pissed because of course she knew that; she meant the love potion for herself. It's not illegal to administer a love potion to yourself. She wanted to take a love potion to make herself love Seamus instead, and make it all easy and dandy. No complications. I wish I could take a love potion, set my eyes on some random dude, and then be done with the whole thing and please all the necessary SJ people of the world, and not have to grapple with all my inner turmoil.

In fact, isn't this why people take drugs in general.
To numb the pain of life.

Okay, I'm going to climb out of the rabbit hole and get back to work now.
(There are a gazillion reports I can't seem to finish.)
And pretend the rabbit hole doesn't even exist. Go, SJs!

There is no influence so powerful as that of the mother.
-- Sarah Josepha Hale, The Ladies' Magazine and Literary Gazette, 1829;
from It Didn't Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are And How To End The Cycle, by Mark Wolynn



My intuition told me early on, as much as I hate to admit it, that I needed to mend my relationship with my mum; that it was the source of a lot of my lived-out agonies and negative experiences. For a long time, stretching from childhood, I had unconsciously or subconsciously grown to judge and resent her so greatly. And it is only now that, as a full-grown adult, I'm trying to understand fully why this happened; why I'm like this; and what happened that made me this way.

The fortunate thing about me is that I consume information like it's water, haha. I read material like there's no end nor am I looking for an end (I could sit in the library all day and never be bored, and repeat this for days). So now, as my intuition could have told me -- all these books and information are telling me too. I need to let go of past hurts from early childhood in order to heal. And haiyoh, even the Prophet s.a.w. told us this, S.

But it's the pain that you felt got inflicted on you as a child that needed acknowledgement too.
I allowed myself this, and hopefully, it's led me to tread the path of healing.


Healing Sentences When We Have Rejected A Parent

1. I'm so sorry for how distant I've been.
2. Mom, you're a really good mother.
3. I've been really judgmental. It's prevented me from being close to you.
4. I'll stop expecting that your love should look a certain way.
5. I'll take in your love as you give it -- not as I expect it

-- It Didn't Start With You, by Mark Wolynn

In relation, even in my work, I've come to recognise how much emotional well-being is neglected in our children in general, and we think it matters less than their outward needs and achievements. Half the time, the issues I encounter with the kids, can be resolved if only they were given the right amount of emotional attention and support as they grow and learn (i.e. the mother! absent mothers come in many, many forms; fathers too, but the father's impact is different).

For God's sake, human beings, can we just love each other. Have children and love them. When children grow up knowing how to love and be loved, doesn't matter what else happens in their lives, they'll be okay, I tell you.

OMG this is unbelievable!

HAHA. what an entertaining clip.

A woman comes on the show to complain how her husband is the most patriarchal person on earth.

(ahah, how desperate was she to come on TV just to make her husband listen.)

The fact that the entire studio, including the men, were so enraged by his sexist behaviour

actually makes this not enraging to me, but heartening instead. :D

This is why mothers and grandmothers who dote or wait on their sons/grandsons like they're kings really, really make me mad, because they create men like this. Women who perpetuate the sexist system make me mad the most; what is wrong with you, I say.

Raise good men;

don't spoil them! goodness.

I've been sitting in the Tampines library; in fact, for the second time this week.
And I've had company this time whilst I slog through these case reports;
J is also having her medical residency exams soon-ish,
and so we park ourselves at a table with our work and study,
and take turns to visit the loo or have a bite.

It's nice. I feel like I'll be a student forever.
(Although I'm not a student; I'm just writing reports,
and getting distracted by the books I spy over J's shoulder.)
This feels familiar,
and seems to be a constant repetition or cycle over the years.
Although, tell J that she has to sit for yet another horrendous exam in the future,
and she'll likely give me a straight NO, with the exasperated look and accompanying eye roll.




I have no other reason for this post,
other than that moments like this one,
in a cocoon of friendly comfort, calm, and familiarity,
... feel like they should be cherished and treasured.
Alhamdulillah.

someone shared this at the big team meeting yesterday,
and I love it.

It's nothing new, really. We all know this by now.

If you're a fox, be a fox.

Don't try to be something you're not;

you're bound to fail.

(theme of the year again: self-awareness)

 Where is my wise owl. ): Where can I find my wise owl. 

 --- 

 Haha, and this!

 

"You can't move my Fi; what, are you kidding! 

Where is a collection of INFPs that have made it, that have figured out this dilemma, that have got their Fi's and their Te's to work together? How have they reconciled their strong internal moral values and this crazy, belligerent, dumbass tribe?"

haha, totally how I feel on certain days. 

crazy, belligerent, dumbass tribe that sometimes seems 

like the reason for all my misery on earth;

I'm remembering something else someone said on a variety show:

that people are often the source of our difficulties,

but people are also the source of great comfort, and beauty, and love.

oh, humans. 💜 why you so complex.

We do a great disservice to boys in how we raise them. We stifle the humanity of boys. We define masculinity in a very narrow way. Masculinity is a hard, small cage, and we put boys inside this cage.

We teach boys to be afraid of fear, of weakness, of vulnerability. We teach them to mask their true selves, because they have to be, in Nigerian-speak -- a hard man.

In secondary school, a boy and a girl go out, both of them teenagers with meager pocket money. Yet the boy is expected to pay the bills, always, to prove his masculinity. (And we wonder why boys are more likely to steal money from their parents.)

What if boys and girls were raised not to link masculinity and money? What if their attitude was not "the boy has to pay", but rather, "whoever has more should pay". Of course, because of their historical advantage, it is mostly men who will have more today. But if we start raising children differently, then in fifty years, in a hundred years, boys will no longer have the pressure of proving their masculinity by material means.

But by far, the worst thing we do to males -- by making them feel they have to be hard -- is that we leave them with very fragile egos. The harder a man feels compelled to be, the weaker his ego is.

And then we do a much greater disservice to girls, because we raise them to cater to the fragile egos of males.

We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller.

We say to girls: You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful, otherwise you will threaten the man. If you are the breadwinner in your relationship with a man, pretend that you are not, especially in public, otherwise you will emasculate him.

But what if we question the premise itself: Why should a woman's success be a threat to a man? What if we decide to simply dispose of that word -- and I don't know if there is an English word I dislike more than this -- "emasculation".

A Nigerian acquaintance once asked me if I was worried that men would be intimidated by me.

I was not worried at all -- it had not even occurred to me to be worried, because a man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the kind of man I would have no interest in.

Still, I was struck by this. Because I am female, I'm expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Marriage can be a good thing, a source of joy, love, and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage, but we don't teach boys to do the same?

-- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, "We Should All Be Feminists"

This lady has a fixed spot in my favourite ladies list. So brave. She writes this stuff that I (and I'm sure many other women too) already think and feel and experience on a daily basis, and makes it so clear and stark and apparent for the world to see. Unapologetic about the way she feels. Whereas, I, even to quote these bits on this blog, hesitated.



Some time after I finished reading Chimamanda's essay, Terry Crews (of the famous Brooklyn Nine-nine) gave a testimony as a man, joining the #metoo movement, recounting his own experience of sexual assault and then giving a very passionate account at the end of this clip about his growing conviction against toxic masculinity.

I cannot tell you how much this warmed my heart. 💗 Thank you, God! for men like this.

They exist, and it's sad that I often feel like they don't.

You will learn by reading
But you will understand with love.

~ Rumi

The moment you accept what troubles you've been given,
the door will open.

~ Rumi

💙💜💚