I have been talking to a therapist for about a year and this Thursday she would like to try hypnosis. I've been trying to decide if I want to do that. I hope this is not off-topic, but it kind of relates to Christianity. Also if people have read my other thread they will see I've been through some strange things that add to my worries about hypnosis.
My brother and I are partners in the family business, so we see each other every day. I feel an irrational anger whenever I see him and that turns into depression and hopelessness. For example, I can be feeling fine until I glance and see him somewhere and then I feel anger that quickly turns into depression and then I start fantasizing about suicide. I would never commit suicide, but it isn't a happy state. Also I'm sure this wears on my brother - even though he is very understanding about my problem.
I realized it has to do with an idea that being happy and content or seeing the glass as half full instead of half empty would make me a failure... but if I am unhappy with my situation then that keeps me from being a failure. Obviously this is a silly idea, but it is something I learned by watching my father and he learned it from his father and on back.
So, unfortunately I think my brother is a symbol of my own feeling of being a failure and a loser. Whenever I see him it is like somebody saying, "in case you forgot, cloudyday, you are a loser and you are trapped and doomed to be a loser until you die. Have a nice day."
As an example of how extreme this is. My father had cancer and was too sick to work (that's why I am now my brother's business partner). When he did have a brief remission before he died, my father couldn't allow himself to enjoy a vacation or to collect disability he was entitled to collect - because that would make him a failure in his own self image. He joined a gym and tried to get back in shape so he could get a job in Iraq working for Halliburton. That's a really absurd idea for somebody who just crawled out of his death bed, but is shows how extreme this feeling runs in my family. Realizing it came from my father makes me feel better, because I admire my father and that helps me understand myself.
So that's my problem. When I was attending church I was hoping that God would fix it, and that is mainly why I gradually gave up on God. I've got to do something about it, but knowing that doesn't give me a solution.
This is partly why I've been interested in Buddhism and meditation.
My brother and I are partners in the family business, so we see each other every day. I feel an irrational anger whenever I see him and that turns into depression and hopelessness. For example, I can be feeling fine until I glance and see him somewhere and then I feel anger that quickly turns into depression and then I start fantasizing about suicide. I would never commit suicide, but it isn't a happy state. Also I'm sure this wears on my brother - even though he is very understanding about my problem.
I realized it has to do with an idea that being happy and content or seeing the glass as half full instead of half empty would make me a failure... but if I am unhappy with my situation then that keeps me from being a failure. Obviously this is a silly idea, but it is something I learned by watching my father and he learned it from his father and on back.
So, unfortunately I think my brother is a symbol of my own feeling of being a failure and a loser. Whenever I see him it is like somebody saying, "in case you forgot, cloudyday, you are a loser and you are trapped and doomed to be a loser until you die. Have a nice day."
As an example of how extreme this is. My father had cancer and was too sick to work (that's why I am now my brother's business partner). When he did have a brief remission before he died, my father couldn't allow himself to enjoy a vacation or to collect disability he was entitled to collect - because that would make him a failure in his own self image. He joined a gym and tried to get back in shape so he could get a job in Iraq working for Halliburton. That's a really absurd idea for somebody who just crawled out of his death bed, but is shows how extreme this feeling runs in my family. Realizing it came from my father makes me feel better, because I admire my father and that helps me understand myself.
So that's my problem. When I was attending church I was hoping that God would fix it, and that is mainly why I gradually gave up on God. I've got to do something about it, but knowing that doesn't give me a solution.
This is partly why I've been interested in Buddhism and meditation.
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