When is a pimple not a just a pimple?

I’m a great believer that when we don’t express ourselves properly or we try to bury our emotions the body will pay the price. Emotions and feelings are energy and if we do not channel it correctly or release it, it will find alterative routes or just fry our circuitry.


 Currently I’m sporting a rather large and painful pimple on my chin. I haven’t had one like this for absolutely years; it’s the kind that will never be squeezable and glows like a beacon. I don’t need artificial lighting to find my way in the dark; all I need to do is jut my chin out. Of course it’s possible that a pimple is just a pimple, but I’ve had a look at external circumstances and the way they are making me feel and I know that this pimple is a manifestation of my feelings about all this and my inability to express them.


My husband runs a little business renting motor scooters to tourists. However recently he’s allowed one to go to a local which is always a bad idea. The last two failed to pay and I’m angry that he thinks this one is any different. What was going to be 10 days has turned into 32 and promises of “I’ll pay you tomorrow” have not been kept. For some reason he seems to be incapable of dealing with this; he keeps procrastinating about retrieving the bike. I’m resigned to the fact that this guy is not going to pay up and is now just taking the p!ss, but I wish that R would at least get the bike back so it can’t continue.


I’m angry on so many levels, that R is incapable of resolving this – I’ve told him that he has to learn to chase money if he’s going to run a business. I’m angry that he has so little regard for his wife’s happiness; whilst this guy is running around on our motorbike for free I’m confined to the house without any form of transport. I’m angry at the guy for behaving like this even though I should not be surprised. They seem to think that because R has a foreign wife he doesn’t really need the money.


My frustration is born out being unable to do a damned thing about it. Discussions are getting repetitive and now seem to be met with a brick wall. I can’t express how angry I am because it’s impossible to have a normal argument with him; it will escalate into something thoroughly unpleasant and I’m fed up of replacing buckets, plant pots and the bruises.


So I’m sporting the pimple instead and trying to ignore the onset of tonsillitis which is coming because of all the words backed up in my throat.


I wonder if he would understand the saying a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush or one happy wife at home is worth 2 angry acquaintances.

The book that appears at the top of this post is one of the best I've read for explaining how our emotions affect us on a physical right down to cellular level