It used to be a magazine of shared stories, poems, artwork, but now it’s a webpage for you to share your creativity. I wonder where this could go?
This is People Like Us for People like you.
Turning the Page attracts people from all sorts of different backgrounds, countries, interests, and passions. Every one of them has a story to tell, and we want to hear it.
People Like Us is for people like you. In particular, it’s for people who are part of the Turning the Page community – they are on the email list or part of the Facebook group.
It’s a place to express yourself in your creativity.
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This is a work in progress, i.e., I haven’t got all the Guest Posts loaded onto this page yet.
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When I feel respect, I feel valued, and I know I am loved. Respect is about love. It is love in action. Women need respect as much as men.
In 2004 a book by Christian writer Dr. Emerson Eggerich was released. It was Love & Respect: The Love She Most Desires; The Respect He Desperately Needs. The book became very popular in fundamentalist and evangelical church circles. Eggerich and his wife Sarah became big on the Christian speaking circuit in America, and any copies of the book were sold.
The book is built upon the theory that the “primary emotional needs” for men and women are that men need respect and women need love.
Just like they need air to breathe, apparently. Get this right, and a healthy marriage is sure to ensue, the author promises.
She walked into my office in a long, flowing skirt.
She always had loved long, flowing skirts.
But she blamed them and herself for both of her rapes. “Maybe if I hadn’t worn a skirt,” she thought.
And she hated herself.
The man read from his journal. Almost 20 pages detailing every abuse he had ever experienced. His anger had turned from others onto himself. He thought of himself as nothing. Worthless.
And he hated himself.
I could write pages and pages of stories just like these. People I have known and sat with for hours, listening to their pain. Some call it low self-esteem, some prefer other words.
The semantics of self-hatred doesn’t really matter.
In the end, it comes down to a pain that seems impossible to bear and even more impossible to be rid of.
I can hear you yawning from here. Not another Prison Cell Story. The thing is, there is nowhere you can go in a Prison Cell.
It is only you, 4 walls and a window with bars.
You could turn the radio up really loud, but that only lasts for so long.
[This is a guest post from David Williams. Thanks, David]
You can’t drown out the voice of God forever.
My goodness, I tried, as those who are in the throes of addiction are trying to drown her out.
I was 38 years of age when God grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me in a prison cell in the Capital of the Netherlands.
What if this is not the worst-case scenario?
What if it is the best-case scenario? How would your view of your current circumstances change?
What if every person you encounter is simply doing the best they can with what they have? What if every person who misunderstands you and causes you hurt or frustration is trying as hard as they possibly can to do their best to understand you and meet what you need of them?
We tend to view the world through a filter colored by our emotions, judgments and experiences – we’re self-centered that way.
But the truth is somewhere in between what we perceive is happening and what others perceive is happening. We can access so much more peace in our internal worlds once we learn how to believe that our experience is not necessarily the whole truth.
Okay, I admit it! I like retro cartoons.
The other day I caught a glimpse of the intro to the Jetsons – particularly the scene where George Jetson is walking the family dog Astro … on a treadmill! I still chuckle!
The treadmill idea reminded me that sometimes, those who are more introspective tend to spend a lot of time in their minds processing thoughts and experiences. Sometimes this processing can be a bridge to help us make progress; sometimes it can be a treadmill!
The treadmill gives the illusion that we are sorting things out, but in truth, we expend a lot of mental energy, produce a great deal of anxiety, and make no forward progress at all.