Do Unexpressed Emotions Contribute to Illness and Pain?


As a society, we have become almost solely dependent upon our medical system for the direction and standard of our health. It is, and has been the norm for many decades, for the consumer to remain under-educated about his or her health and to entrust all of the knowledge and decision-making to doctors and physicians without ever becoming involved in the process, without ever really exploring or becoming curious as to why the body may be responding in the way it is.

If the symptom is the body’s way of communicating a deeper statement and physical disease, pain, and discomfort is a last resort means of drawing our attention to an aspect of lifestyle that needs to change, and a relationship does exist between emotions and physical symptoms, then choosing to treat our illnesses and ailments solely from a physical angle may be stifling the messenger and turning a deaf ear to its message.

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Reading Between the Lines: The Relevance of Body Language


I am walking along the ocean one day when I see a man approaching me. I take note of his body language and movement. His shoulders are slumped forward, his head follows his eyes which are gazing at the ground, his feet and legs seem like heavy weights protesting each step he takes. It has become almost a tradition to greet any passer-by in the village in which I live. As we pass I say, “Hello, are you well?” As he walks by I hear him mumble, “Doing fine, real fine.”

Do I listen to his words or do I heed his body language? Because his words are conveying quite a different message to the message his body is conveying.

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The Secret World of Platforms and Bells: A Personal Short Story


One of the ways I Personalized my own family trauma was to take on the belief that I was too small. (Read more about Personalizing Trauma)

I rationalized and believed then that my smallness of size and stature contributed to the trauma around me. I became deeply ashamed of my smallness. I believed that if my friends were to know how truly small I was, I would suffer from them trauma similar to that I had suffered in my household. So I created a secret. I attempted to hide the reality that I was small. This was an involuntary secret. It was involuntary because at the time I wasn’t aware I was using secrecy as a tool to protect me. (Read more about Involuntary Secrets)

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