08/30/2021
Lightbulb reflection:
Dad speaks Choleric (control) while I hear Phlegmatic (peace). He is speaking in love, while I am hearing in pain.
Dad say "show me loyalty", I hear control and feel unworthy. Dad loves, I feel conditions.
Dad never once said anything that I believed. I believed that I was: worthless, invisible, unimportant, not needed nor worthy of respect nor even time.
Dad spoke love as well as he knew and understood. I could not hear anything he said, because all I knew was what I felt.
Because I felt "this", "that" is what I heard. The more I heard it, the more I believed it, until I knew what I knew; and then, I stopped listening and only heard what I accepted as true - I "found" proof in others to support my beliefs about myself. From that belief I treated others because I knew the "truth".
I believed in pain, not love. I believed in conditions, not unconditional. I believed in control, not support. I believed in work, not acceptance, I believed in being unlovable, not wanted.
I believed a lie, not the truth.
How about you? What do you believe? What do you know?