On Recurring Dreams
I have a recurring dream that I'm shouting at the top of my lungs to someone that can see me, but can't hear me. We're in the same room and the other person is just meandering around like nothing is happening.
Sometimes I break furniture and throw things as I scream. I march right up to them and scream into their ear, but it's as if I'm not there.
The person in the dream can hear me, but they are not listening. They don't seem to care.
Now if that's not a metaphor served up on a silver platter, I don't know what is.
In short, I feel unheard. That what I am expressing is not important.
The other person doesn't matter in the scenario, at least not anymore. At this point, my job is to recognize that I feel unheard, that my reality feels denied, and I have to heal this pain myself.
Does anyone else have feelings like this? That they have gone too long unseen, unheard?
Healing from a broken body image and disordered eating gives us the opportunity to heal this piece of our lives, too. Instead of denying our hunger and rejecting our bodies, we have a chance to change the story. We can tune back into our physical selves and attend to our most basic needs, to tell ourselves that we are here, we are listening.
