tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29439394.post5400950308447702207..comments2018-09-28T21:26:23.814-04:00Comments on Medicine, Animals and a Dream: A Middle Aged Woman on Being UnwantedSurgeon In My Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13179150077622941677noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29439394.post-52899194706544609322008-01-12T13:01:00.000-05:002008-01-12T13:01:00.000-05:00Very interesting thoughts - got me thinking so muc...Very interesting thoughts - got me thinking so much I posted in response to this on my blog.Disillusionedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03250678226289036634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29439394.post-86146315465334441142008-01-11T16:23:00.000-05:002008-01-11T16:23:00.000-05:00Oh I so know what you mean...we need to take a wal...Oh I so know what you mean...we need to take a walk my friend and talk ;)...my brother and I used to have this conversation that we were always unsure of how the 'true' us really felt about things. We often felt like chameleons, changing how we thought about things as the situation required. Later we learned it was how we were able to survive in early childhood. The exact place where we also learned that our self worth was all tied up in our parent's opinion of us. Very murky water to wade into but it is where I have been for the past few days. For me it is not taking a nap but getting in the car and driving forever. It's a terrible feeling to not feel wanted...a dark hole of nothingness. Although I am presently in the same place, I hope you know that I am thinking of you and closing my eyes with you in the hope that 'this too shall pass' and we will be on the upswing again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com