Happy or review of a #book about #emotions for #children

Happy or review of a #book about #emotions for #children

I stumbled upon this magnificent colorful book: Happy.

The title is Happy and it is such a fantastic clever support to initiate a conversation with our kids about how they feel.

Read Happy by Mies Van Hout if you have little ones.

Talking about emotions, I also loved the children movie Inside Out:

Is my daughter under the influence of my #narcissistic mother? my 8 insights

Is my daughter under the influence of my #narcissistic mother? my 8 insights

When my daughter came out fo the airport, my heart was beating fast and I could not wait to hug her after one month of vacation.

However, she pushed me away when I tried to give her a kiss, while asking me when she could go back to see my parents in France.

I do not know if my beloved daughter is under the influence of my narcissistic mother, but if this is the case I have eight beautiful insights to share with you my friend my sister.

1. If I feel that much pain, it is not only because my daughter rejected me, but because it is not the first time I have been rejected.

I have been madly in love in the past with great but unavailable men.

I gave my everything to make my mother happy, but she never was.

Feeling rejected is familiar and more painful each time, or so it seems. In reality, this precise event hurts because of the past. I must let go of the past hurt.

Furthermore, if my body starts to scream as well, by getting my sinus blocked, it is only logical. Nothing to worry. Internal work needs to be done. Releasing. Letting go.

2. I picture my dear mother as a vampire, feeding from my daughter’s energy by turning her against me. Narcissistic exist. They need others to pity them so they can carry on playing the victim role and avoid responsibility for their actions.

3. However, it is so easy to criticize others. How am I a vampire? How am I a narcissistic? How am I playing the victim? Introspection is valid. I am not perfect.

4. It took me decades to reach the following conclusion: narcissists do not ever change. They simply do not want to because they would not be able to live.

They need to feed from others because they are poor victims who need pity. Thus, their behavior can be erratic. Their difficult childhood is to blame.

5. If I create boundaries by calling my mother out, I will become the villain. It will be too easy for my dear mum to reinforce her image of the victim.

6. Moreover, it is difficult to explain to my daughter why I feel so much pain. If I say one word against my mum, my daughter will quickly defend her and accuse me of being mean.

7. Consequently, the only way I personally deal with such a tricky situation is to love my mother from a distance.

8. What is my assignment now? I have the duty to embody joy and compassion for my beloved daughter, while trusting the benevolent universe. I feel protected by an invisible force. The show must go on my friend my sister. There is work to do.

What emotional eating looks like now #progress

What emotional eating looks like now #progress

I am a recovered bulimic. I was very bulimic. It made me lonely, ashamed and disgusted of myself.

Today emotional eating looks like a bowl of rice bran solubles with cacao nibs. So of course I am happy and proud.

Because there is progress. Because I honestly look at it now.

Emotional eating, you are welcome in my life. I know that one day, I will not need you anymore. I am getting there.

PS: dear emotional eating, feel free to leave the life of as many women as you can, thank you.

How I was saved from #depression by these two mind hacks

How I was saved from #depression by these two mind hacks

Depression can lurk around, even in paradise.

Today I was able to avoid my heart getting low by using two fantastic mind hacks.

The first one is gratitude, for my children, my life and my work with you.

The second one is self-compassion. I cultivated a tenderness in my heart for this woman, single mother of two, moving from France to Tunisia by herself, rebuilding her life from almost scratch in a country where everything is new for her.

Constipation or when our body screams #selfcare

Constipation or when our body screams #selfcare

Too many women suffer from constipation. Of course there are so many solutions on a purely physical level. It can be as easy as enjoying more raw fruits and vegetables, full of water and sunshine.

Moreover when we are constipated, it is our body screaming at us because he feels like we stopped listening to it. Besides our emotions are blocked.

My friend my sister, let’s free ourselves from what we do not need anymore and what feels heavy on us. May we go towards purity, self-care and empowerment of our whole being, welcoming with utmost kindness all of our emotions.

Do you feel your #childhood had the aridity of a desert?

Do you feel your #childhood had the aridity of a desert?

I love my mother. However, I am unable to wrap my head around her behavior. I have come to accept that I shall spend my life expecting a sign from her that I am good enough, even though such sign will never come.

Instead of sadness, this situation brings me motivation to be even more loving towards my children. I am proud of myself when I have patience and understanding for my children.

Today I wish to extend my compassion to us all who had a childhood like the Sahara desert. A childhood of loneliness and feeling unworthy.

I want to wrap my arms around the child I was. I want to say to her that she is loveable, beautiful, smart and deserves the very best of life. I feel the tears in my eyes as I look at this child whispering to her that freedom and abundance are her birth rights.

Lots of love sister. You are a human being. You deserve to love and be loved.