Sunday, May 25, 2014

Energy Profiling and Dressing My Truth {Part 1}


Carol Tuttle - It's Just My Nature!
    Remember my post back a couple years ago when I shared some not so fun feelings I was having about myself? I mentioned that a friend had invited me over to a "party" to learn more about a profiling system that helps you better understand your tendencies. Well, as much as that felt in ways a negative experience (because I mistyped myself), energy profiling and Dressing Your Truth have been a huge help in my life, and I am so glad that my friend introduced me to it all.

After the party my friend lent me her copy of the book "It's Just My Nature," which discusses energy profiling in detail, and goes through each of the 4 types to help you decipher which one you lead with. The premise is that there are 4 main types (1,2,3,4), and that we have all of them in us, but lead with one and have lesser of the other three.

Just a small sampling of what each type has since there are literally chapters of information on each one.

T1- bubbly, animated, random light movement. Wants to have fun, bright, full of ideas and a positive outlook. Upward highest movement.

T2- soft and subtle, sensitive, blended, and likes to connect with people and ideas. Nurturing, values comfort, fluid lower movement.

T3- dynamic, exotic look , angular, edgy, will push to get things done, loves to accomplish lots of tasks, and enjoys seeing the results in their work. Higher, abrupt movement

T4- still, reflective, stunning, methodical, structured, perfection is valued, determined and confident. Critical eye, can take an idea and copy it while adding improvements. Lowest, heaviest movement.

 Once I heard that Type 2s are the sensitive worrying type, that tend to be shy or quiet I immediately assigned myself to the T2 group. I didn't give any other types a chance, and so I concentrated my reading on the T2 chapters and skimmed through all the others. Deep down, I wished I wasn't a T2, probably because I didn't understand what it really meant to be one, and I was assigning all my challenges to being a T2. Little did I know how wrong I was.

Once I saw my friend again a few weeks later, I had finally come to terms that I was a T2 and that my challenges were just meant to be my challenges.  I told Annie in passing that I was ready to buy the Dressing Your Truth course for type 2s. I had been looking for something to help me with figuring out fashion and how to dress myself so I feel and look good, and this seemed my best bet. She looked at me kind of confused, and said in a very kind way, "Have you ever considered that you could be a Type 1?"  Her question threw me off, and I replied "Oh, no!" "I could never be a T1, I'm not bubbly or animated at all!" in my usual animated and hand gesturing way. Annie just smiled, and was nice enough to share with me her thoughts on me possibly being a T1. She mentioned my cute button nose, and my round face, the arches of my eyebrows that make a point, and a few other things that were facial features of the T1 group. I had never even considered being a T1, it seemed to be the last of the tendencies I thought I had. I was not cute, bubbly, light and outgoing. I was quiet, and shy, and not good at anything in the social arena. I opened my book that night to the Type One chapters, and began to read, and read, until I had a full understanding of it all.

Suddenly I was so confused, and yet it was like this light switch went on in my brain. I had the button nose, the round face, the "beauty marks" that did dot-to-dots all over my face and arms, and a point on one of my ears, that I had always hated growing up. All of these were indicators of a type one, and yet I felt nothing like the personality description. I had read in the book that sometimes when we aren't supported to live true to our nature, that we will move into our secondary energy as a sort of survival mode. I grew up in a home that was great some of the time, but not so great as well. There was a lot of tension and heavy feelings, and we were always sitting on the edge of our seats waiting for the next blow to come from a parent that lost their temper on a regular basis. There was not always room for light randomness and fun, although I know I fit it in sometimes. I realized that yes, I had in fact been living in ways that were not true to my nature, and that I was doing it because in that environment it was what worked. With the knowledge I had just gained from reading about energy profiling, I also understood where a lot of the heaviness came from, as I could type my family members and their energy. It was not that anyone was trying to make things difficult, it was just that the heavier energy T4, seemed to take over as the majority, and that person ruled the feelings in our home in a negative way. This is not to say that T4 equals negative, because that is not true.

 I wasn't sure how to live as a type one. It seemed like I would have to put on a show live to my true nature, but I was ready to embrace who I was, and see the things that I had missed when it came to my tendencies. I was animated, bright, and random, and I was thrilled that I wasn't doomed to be someone who didn't like much about herself.  In the next few days it was like a load had been lifted off my shoulders. I was embracing my type 1 nature, and I felt so much better. My husband even told me weeks later that I seemed so much happier all of a sudden around the time that I learned I was a T1. It was true. I finally understood myself on such a deeper level, and instead of criticizing my challenges I was focusing on all my strengths, strengths I didn't even realize I had.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Sixteen Months Ago






  Just over sixteen months ago Josie was born, and my life was once again changed forever. What a blessing it was welcoming her into our family, and yet this blissful event was followed by a lot of life changes and challenges.
Multiple negative situations that were out of my control seemed to come from all directions. Challenges seemed to stack on top of each other, compounding all the stress and worry in my life as a mother of four small, and very dependent children.  Things got bad, and the daily beatings my mind and body were taking sent me into daily battles with anxiety.  This continued for a long period of time and only became worse, which eventually resulted in a deep depression. My emotional and mental health was literally in critical condition, and I was afraid to talk to anyone or ask for help. I was scared to tell my own husband of the harmful thoughts that the adversary was planting in my mind and repeating on a daily basis.  I felt helpless, hopeless and alone, the lowest I had ever felt before. Life was too heavy, nearly paralyzing to my once light and happy spirit, and I didn't want anyone to know about it.

I am a private person when it comes to my emotions and personal struggles.  I also worry about other's judgments and criticism, and what people might think about me. I don't like feeling vulnerable and I don't want to be labeled. At the same time I have come to realize that I must change some things about myself if I want to be healthy. I can't be ashamed of my struggles with anxiety and depression. I can't keep everything to myself and never ask for help.  It is not a rare complication, although I believe it to be sometimes. It is just as hard and painful as physical injuries and illnesses that others openly discuss with family and friends or in public, and they do so to acknowledge it, and get support. It's hard to do that when you never hear of anyone talking openly about depression and anxiety, but the more open I have become, the more I realize I am not alone. What a blessing and confirmation Jeffrey Holland's general conference talk was to myself, and I'm sure many others.

It's taken me a long time to recover, it's an ongoing process, and I'm still watching for triggers and forcing myself to do self care in order to prevent a relapse.  While I kept trying to write about it, and finally return to blogging again, I just couldn't. It's true what they say. When we write, we experience things all over again, and at the time I wasn't ready to resurrect the dark details of the previous year. It was still a very fresh wound that was healing little by little, and allowing the pain to resurface would be like ripping the soft scab from a cut.

I have come a long way in the last year and a half. I have gone to the darkest scariest place that I have ever been in my life thus far, and I have survived it. At the time I wasn't sure I would have a future, but I weathered the storm. I am still here. I am stronger then I thought I was, and I owe it to my Heavenly Father for preserving me through what seemed to be an eternity of hellish days.

 Days when I wished there was a deep hole under my bed
 that I could just crawl into and never come out,
days when the only relief I felt was when I was sleeping,
days when I didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts.
 
 One day I want to write about my experiences in more detail, but for now I am going to leave it fairly short and simple so I can move on and write about the many other things happening in my family's lives. But I knew that before I did another post, I would need to acknowledge the last year and be honest about it. It happened, and it's part of my life. It's important. I couldn't just skip past it and write on pretending like I am the same person, and that nothing life altering had happened. It just isn't healthy, and validating myself and my feelings is healthy, and so that is what I am going to do.

What a blessing it is to be on the other side of one of  life's battles. How grateful I am to be able to take a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief and gratitude as I look back at the mountains and harsh terrains I have climbed and pushed through. It's great to be back, and it's great to feel light and happy again. I give thanks to my Heavenly Father, as I know He is the source of all happiness and light in my life. Life is indeed worth living.