Numerous times through my life I get to this point of wondering, in a certain situations, plus I feel a panic within because I don’t feel special. Those negative thoughts emerge of not feeling loved, etc.
Whether we are young or old, we all want to feel special and should make it a point of making others feel special.
Knowing this is a childhood issue that seems to be on the verge of healing within me but still it just stops in a panic, as tears always begin rolling down my face. I cannot get past this point.
Something caused this many, many years ago and here I am and it still stops me in my tracks. What made me feel so bad back then?
All a little girl wants is to feel special and loved. Apparently, at some point that died within me. Existence became the norm. I understand how to exist but love, there I am hesitant and question its validity.
The past few days, I have been reading a book, “Think This Not That” by Rita A. Schultz, LPC. My counselor talked many times about the neurons that can be rewired within our brain so this was a book that I knew would be relevant and carry on her information.
I totally recommend this book. Today though, I hit a section called Breaking Free. This chapter dealt with shame, the meaning, what it is, how it affects us, etc. At the Breaking Free section within the chapter on shame, it brought back a remembrance and I just broke. Big, hot tears flowed. I had to put the book down to take care of me and my emotional turmoil within. As I write this, the tears well up again and fall.
Shame causes much pain and heartache, not even knowing it. I really was lost and unsure what shame was when I started with my counselor. A wise woman, as my counselor, helped me to see so many things clearer and that of shame. How did I get so old and not realize all those years, I have been dealing with shame-based lies and the torment is presents? Thank God I had her in my life to help me.
Something happened but to pinpoint it today, is a mystery. I do know the Lord is healing me and this is no mistake I am reading this book, too. Just a little deeper into the mire of shame that has been heaped upon my head as a child and carried through adulthood.
When the Breaking Free section I read, I remembered when my counselor and I talked last, before her leave of absence, she said to me and I wrote about it earlier, “I care for you and I love you.”
In my mind and like I have questioned others when they have said such to me or similar and that is, “but… did you tell the others (clients, people, etc.) the same? Knowing, if so, I can dismiss the heartfelt words as I am not special. Too good to be true!
Just that thought of questioning their care and love for me and the possibility it said or expressed to another/others, my heart sinks within. I truly hate when that occurs within me, it’s like all hope is gone.
Please love me, make me feel like I am special to you.
Oh my heart wants to believe and know without a doubt that I am special, cared for and loved.
I do and I don’t and repeat, at times.
Funny, this book mentioned is basically about turning the thoughts around, as I was being taught and now reinforced. Like, I am doubting of being special and loved. To turn it around and rewire my brain, I must believe and tell myself that I know she (counselor, in this instance) does in fact care for me, how could she not love me and I know I am special to her. This brings peace to my heart and soul. 
I like that and want to stay here. Hoping that rewiring works! So many times we have discussed such in counseling. I do know she cares. Seriously, how could she not love me after four years of sessions weekly or more. I am special to her, as she is to me.
Knowing full well, she has to maintain her role as my counselor still while on leave. There’s a boundary that must be maintained although I so miss her and our time talking.
Not just her, there is one that I also remembered today in the same situation. Jan is a well-known figure in our area and she was like a mother figure to me, especially after my mother passed. If it had not been for her, her hugs and all, my grief and dealing with other things in my life, my marriage dying also, I cannot imagine what I would have done. Her care and love proved itself to me during those dark days of my life.
I do believe the Lord places people in our lives at the right time to get us through a path we are walking. As for the counselor, I was not ready for that to end. I felt abandoned. Still dealing with that but to rewire my mind and know it was necessary of this leave for her, I know she still cares and probably wonders how I am doing. I hope so, ant not forgotten.
With Jan, in her public role, she is thought of by so many and she loves everyone. I had a hard time with that at certain points because I wanted to feel special to her. How can she love them, she loves me. The chaos that can bring in my mind was torment. Again, somewhere in my childhood, this is left dangling and I was hurt.
Today, it is possible and I know that, to care for others. It is just sorting this out. Perhaps bringing me to the point of healing of a deep wound within. I’m so open for that.
Understanding and seeing this pattern also, I have people that mean a lot to me, as I am well liked and I am very personable. So I know it is possible.
It’s the WHY inside me that I need to feel special whether to my counselor or to Jan, just two as examples. Why do I fall apart when I start questioning them? Lord, show me!
Narrowing down, I want to know where the root is at and where and when it started and dig it out. I desire healing of this hole in my heart and to be whole.
Most importantly, I know I AM SPECIAL TO GOD, that’s all that matters anyway. ❤️
I knew one day that this was a possibility but never hoping it would. I had to pick up a prescription on our way and in just that short distance, the emotions within me could not be contained. Basically, a death has occurred in my life. Flip flop from sadness to anger and back again.
Years and years, those words rang over in my mind. I always thought it was pictures on the wall, as pictures with faces have ears but it is a pitcher because the handle is shaped like an ear. Go figure! I just learned that today as I am typing this.
Now, I understand it’s not pictures but pitchers. Through many years of counseling on childhood issues, not just about this but it made a huge impact, more than I realized.
Just Pondering... 