The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase One: On a Personal Note

It is true that our past has led us up to where we are now. It is also true that our past has been defined as what we knew. Our history has certainly played a role in shaping the way we think and the way we see things.
This can certainly set up our values and has made its contributions to our judgments and biases.
We’ve all come to our own conclusions about the future before. We’ve also prepared for the unknown by reaching back to what we knew.

It is safe to say that with most people, we’ve all gone through bouts of pain and sadness. We’ve all experienced loss. By now, we’ve all had our feelings hurt and we’ve all been disappointed, more than once. Even so, or even while in the moments of glimmering hope, everyone has experienced a letdown or a betrayal of either fate or a transaction in their life.

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The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase One: Finding the Oomph!

When we talk about the rebirth of sanity, we have to establish what this means to us.
What is sanity and, therefore, what is the absence of sanity?
What does it mean to have a strong understanding or beneficial presence of mind?
What would it look like to have a strong and beneficial presence of self?

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The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase One: Back to the Roots

Years back, I was a specialist in a peer-based recovery initiative. The plan was to offer a peer-to-peer perspective with hopes to an improved level of interpersonal understanding. In fairness, the initiative was somewhat successful.
I found myself at the ground level of where I wanted to be; and more, I found myself at the platform of a future that I wanted to create and build for myself.

First, an experience like this opens up to meeting people from all different walks of life. There were members of every race, religion, creed, orientation and gender. In all, I had the opportunity to learn and interact with people who came from different cultures and backgrounds. While there were countless differences, there was a base of similarities and a platform of relatable items, which is where I learned to begin.

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The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase One: The Breakdown

The question remains, why do people have a strong need to be right all the time?
What does this mean to us? If people have the need to be right, what does this mean we want the least?
To be wrong?
The questions on this are interesting because these questions help define our thinking which also helps define our moods; and yes, our moods have the ability to define our days.
So, why do we argue or defend ourselves, especially if we don’t need to? And more, why do we debate with others and lead ourselves into these arguments?

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The Rebirth of Sanity – Enter Phase One

The best place to start is always at the beginning. Also, the best place to start is here, as humans. Regular, normal, everyday people, just like us, running around the Earth in search of whatever this journey has in store for us. Then again, when it comes to the ideas of change pr personal growth, the best place for anyone to start is back to their early understandings or to their birthplace of where we began. This goes back to us at birth, at youth and in the social grounds of interaction.

Before we start moving on this journey, it is important to understand that not all things equal the same outcome. Not everyone experiences the same things. In fact, two people can see the exact same thing and interpret the information in two, completely separate ways. However, in an effort to begin here and form a transformational understanding, then it is helpful to start where it all began.

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The Rebirth of Sanity – (Understanding Our Freak-outs and Why)

Introduction:

There were a few months in the summer of ’06 in which I had to redefine myself. I had to come to grips with certain choices that I made which, as a result of a trade, I found myself in uncharted territory.
First, I had to strip myself down from all that I had, which was easy because, at that time, I went from a large house to a small apartment.
I was alone for the first time. I had no one to turn to anymore. I had no one to blame either which meant all roads began and ended with me.
I had no idea what to do with myself and, in fairness to my story, I was at the end of my rope. I couldn’t live the way I was living anymore. Then again, I had no idea how to live any differently.

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