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Stories We Tell Ourselves | The Battle for You

by Kathy Kinney

I live in Los Angeles and it is true that it’s a place full of eccentric types of healing.  I was at a movie theater today and overheard a woman tell her friend, “My therapist herbologist has helped me so much with my relationship problems.”  It made me laugh, but I couldn’t find it in myself to judge.  I have been seeing a chiropractor for years that never cracks your neck or stretches your spine.  He simply adjusts your energy flow.

I know it sounds silly, but it works for me.  I saw him yesterday and as he worked on my energy field he said, “Wow, there’s a lot of stories in there!”  I laughed and agreed thinking he meant I’d had a lot of interesting experiences and I was great storyteller.  As he kept talking I realized that he meant I had a lot of untrue stories I had been telling myself about me.  Some great works of fiction that I had been telling myself for years like, “I’m Not Worthy and Never Will Be” or “Comedy – Who Has It and Why I Don’t.”  I have hundreds of titles, but I would really like to know what silly stories you have made up to tell yourself.

For today I will stop telling myself fiction and only tell myself the truth.  And, the truth is I am worthy of all happiness, goodness, success and joy that comes my way – so sayeth the Queen.

What stories are you telling yourself about you?

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One Response to “Stories We Tell Ourselves | The Battle for You”

  1. Too many to list. Some tragic because of my youth, and then my health and later our financial down fall. Then I have happy,romantic fantasy style stories of when I feel really good, and for the moment I feel no pain or worries, the birds are singing, and the air is perfumed and I feel beautiful and thinks everyone sees it and want to parade around like a peacock with it’s tail feathers fully displayed. The story can change on a dime. Sometimes my scary, tragic story is all too truthful, but thank goodness the happy one often is told to me that it too is truthful. I am happy to have both as one makes me appreciate the other.

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