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A person seeking help does not know what is wrong with or within herself. She is but faintly aware that something is not working as it should. She seeks help but her suffering is too weak to indicate what has happened and/or what is teh case with her. She tries all sorts of things to get better, but she thinks it fails, or she thinks something must be wrong with her since other folks say so. She is not aware that others make her feel wrong just to get rid of her or to force her to accept care that may eject her form the mainstream society.
All she does is her personal tentative way to heal, but it is interpreted by others as "illness" or "disease" in order to engulf her in a system of predetermined care that the inudstry has to promote to maintain itself.
She is at a lost because she has 'forgotten' what has been done to her when she was a fetus, when she was a neonate, when she was a baby. She has not 'forgotten' it as such, because it is still there, and it is still acting in her, it is still in her body bothering her, but the emphasis on words that has been imposed on her since her school age has made her believe that what has been said of her is 'the truth', and she now thinks that way, and the 'what acts in her all the time' simply does not exist.
She is troubled because 'what acts in her all the time' does not correspond to what they say of her, and she is split between trying to adjust to the well-thinking society and lose track of this 'waihatt' in the darkness of oblivion, or let out this 'waihatt' which produces relief but rejection of the others and well-thinking people.
If she does what is good to her, and comes naturally to her, what is healing to her, she is caught in the sewer circuit of the big industrial urban society monster, and if she makes this tremendous effort to live in the big industrial urban society monster, she loses all track of her predicament and its fine thread to healing.
A damaged person is disturbed, not so much by its own defaults to which she is used, but by the expectations of the environment of her that she cannot meet. This is the main cause of her unease.
She is like a tree which has grown in a terrible land where all sorts of mishaps have compelled her to outgrow branches prematurely, or twist her trunk to seek light out there, and to grow as many leaves as possible to get some air in the stifling atmosphere. Shehas been forced to wait to bud in that climate where no sun nor heat would reach her. She has grown thorns to prevent sap-thirsty animals to suck her to skeleton-body. She has lost the feeling of being with brother and sister trees, and the warmth of sharing sunbeams, raindrops, and the tickling of flying insects. She doesnto feel her roots anymore, and the terror in her trunk has become but a habit of constriction. All her might she put in reaching sufficient height, that she is not barely cut off the land as wood to burn in refuse treatment plants. And she forgot that she has a core and htat she has had a past.
And it would have been all the worse, had not been a gardener, who seeing her in this desolate spot, has taken her to a nursery. Talking to her, he reassured her that she would live and grow, and bloom when the blast would be over. He payed attention to her uneasy offbranches and began to trim them, trying not to pain her too much. He had to take off all the hard scales that prevented her trunk to breathe and the sap to spring in her slender body. He has to dig for her roots as soon as she was strong enough to bear the nakedness of her depths for a while. He put many good ingredients in the soil, which was here of the best quality, and used the richest nutrients. He had to cut off some badly mangled branches that prevented her to grow. He eased the knots in her so that the sap could freely flow again. He provided abundant light and careful orientation that she migh profit from warmth and know the way of the world around her. Slowly she learned that the world was safe here and that she may open up and let buds out without fear of seeing them scathed away by an unseen blind rage. She learned that trees could be happy, talk to each other, and have high and green tops, and she even began to consider to let flowers come frome her and adorn her frail new foliage. She began to straighten up her trunk and her branches became unashamed reachers of light. She shed off the former twisted branches and twigs which were of no use now and became humbler and taller. The gardener let her grow by herself now, visiting her solely from time to time for the beauty and the pleasure of talking with her.
Many split persons in our society know only this all time uneasiness which they try not to take too seriously. and one day, they come to live that horrible thing called depression. Or they make hi plans which never come to realize and they fall into self-hate or despair, or rejection of the evil others. Or they are caught in the sucking cyclone of drug use from where no one gets out by himself, whether alcohol, medication, or eating. Some experience fits of violence which gives this monstruous self-image, some have these delirious thoughts and compulsions that one knows only when they have ceased.
They do not bear 'illnesses' that justify ravenous drug givers or surgery addicts to 'cure' them. They are simply in search of a discharge that will alleviate the tension for a while, that will make them whole for a while and prevent the worse to happen. If they can discharge, they will feel better, if they are prevented to discharge, they will end in delirious acts or in suicidal despair.
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