Denial is a part of life. It is one of the five parts of the grieving process. I lived in denial for years. It is still a familiar place to be. Denial is a survival technique. Reality sometimes requires a buffer to protect me from things I cannot handle or cope with.
Does a day go by we do not use denial in some form or another? This is a tool which can be very useful. Yet, as in the case of any tool, denial can also be very destructive. Have you ever tried to talk to someone in denial? "Mom, why is there a yellow rhinoceros in the living room?" "Don't be ridiculous, you know good and well there isn't a yellow rhinoceros in the living room! What's wrong with you?" That's what people in denial do. Put the blame on you. Oh, there's nothing wrong with them at all. Oh, no! You are the one with the ‘el problemo’.
I spent the better part of my life in denial. There was nothing wrong with me. It was all somebody else's fault, not mine.
One day God took all my denial, wadded it up and tossed it over His mighty shoulder.
"Oh no!,” I cried as I raced over to pick it up. Kneeling down on both knees I tried to smooth it out the best I could. But I couldn't use it any more. Many times I tried, but I could never go back and be in denial again.
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