Sometimes I feel like I am stranded in the middle of the ocean on a row boat. I row as hard as I can, I
row through exhaustion, fear, despair and stress; and as hard as I row I still find myself in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight.
So then I stop rowing, I get sad but I'm too afraid (or to proud) to actually feel that so I lie there in isolation, unwilling to move or do anything until I get scared enough to do something again.
All the while, hoping that someone will rescue me, that some how someone will find me, see that I need help and bring me to shore.
This is how the child of an absent father goes through life. We try as hard as we can, we work harder, we do more, we suffer, we do anything to achieve.
All the while, in the background is that nagging inner child hoping that someone will notice them, some breakthrough will happen, some win will occur that will forever fix the feeling of being isolated, alone and unsafe.
The real shit hits the fan when you become aware of the fact that "No One is Coming For You." No one can rescue you from the feeling that you are isolated, alone and unsafe. No magical breakthrough including winning the lottery, writing a best selling book or becoming famous will rescue you from the feeling of being alone, isolated and unsafe.
The hope that someone or something will come to rescue you from your "problems" is rooted in the story or belief that you are not enough on your own.
When you can give up this story, you can become the person you were meant to be. And when you become the person you were meant to be, you will find the peace, freedom, expression and fulfillment you have been clamoring for.