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ParticipantDear Bella:
I am looking forward to read your post and reply Sat morning (it is Fri afternoon here).
Anita
May 9, 2025 at 7:26 am in reply to: “He initiated closeness, then disappeared — still hurting months later” #445507anita
ParticipantDear Adalie:
I can feel how much you’ve been reflecting on the little moments—the way he reacted to your touch, how he held the hug, how his hand responded to yours. Those moments felt real, and I completely understand why you’re searching for meaning in them.
But here’s the hard truth—no matter how genuine those interactions seemed in the moment, his silence afterward speaks louder. Connection isn’t just about fleeting gestures; it’s about continuity, care, and showing up beyond a single interaction.
Maybe he did feel something in those moments. Maybe he was surprised by the intimacy and wasn’t expecting it to feel meaningful. But if that was the case—if those moments truly affected him—he would have followed up. He would have responded. Instead, he withdrew.
His lack of engagement now suggests that whatever he felt wasn’t enough for him to act on it. That doesn’t mean you misread the moment—it means that, for whatever reason, he chose not to continue the connection.
He made the decision to pull away instead of addressing whatever discomfort or uncertainty he felt. That was his choice—his emotional failure, his avoidance, not yours.
You deserve someone who not only feels something in the moment but follows through beyond it. Someone whose presence isn’t just temporary, leaving you to decipher unspoken meanings.
Letting go isn’t about denying the experience—it’s about recognizing that its meaning doesn’t need his validation. You don’t need his acknowledgment for those moments to have been real for you. What matters now is choosing to move forward with your own sense of clarity and worth.
You are not alone in this. You are seen, heard, and valued—and you deserve the kind of connection that doesn’t leave you questioning your importance. ❤️
* There are two articles you might find insightful:
Elite Daily – Here Are The 4 Main Reasons People Ghost After Sex
Your Tango – 7 Reasons Why Men Ghost Women (& What To Do When It Happens To You)
Sending warmth your way.
anita
May 8, 2025 at 10:05 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445501anita
ParticipantContinued (Trigger Warning): I have a problem with submitting to aggressors, going belly-up, as in, “I am at your mercy, Do with me as you Please, But Please, Pretty please, Don’t kill me!”
This kind of submission is so very humiliating. I don’t ever want to submit that way!
Anger is a natural emotion, it has a positive motivation: to protect the individual, and the group- to protect from harm, from untimely death.
I have lots of anger in me because I spent over half a century in the position of belly-up- submitting to my mother whom I perceived to have been my victim (because she told me so)- Crazy, because I was her victim while she portrayed herself as the Eternal Victim.
There is Anger that builds up as you spend too much time in the belly-up position.
Now, I am expressing this here, in my own thread, my own space. No need to attack me here, is there?
Living with my mother- there was no space for me, no space for my hurt, no space for my anger. None Allowed.
She Attacked me for .. feeling anything that inconvenienced her, anything that triggered her (and so much, so often triggered her).
I pushed down my feelings, suppressing them best I could, but it was so very difficult to contain the hurt, and more so, the.. anger.
It’s amazing how she’d tell me: “You are a Nobody, a Big Zero!” and then condemn me for feeling anger at being a Big Zero.. accusing me of not being.. humble enough to accept being a-big-zero..?
There was nothing that stopped her from attacking me, nothing… My mother was the most vicious person I have ever known, personally. And this is the truth, my truth: I heard of and read of evil people like Hitler, and current Hammas, but personally, one-2-one, I have only known one evil person, and that’s my mother.
I still see her, in my mind’s eye, looking at me with those very dark, black eyes and that mild smile, looking at me and saying these words, or no words: “I hate you! I will make you hurt, and I will enjoy your pain because I deserve this pleasure, because this is the least you can do for me- to allow me to enjoy your pain!”
This was- is my mother. This is my “loving”, “protecting” mother. It boggles my mind.. it’s so very difficult to put together- my own Mother, the only one I had- with Evil.
It’s Thursday night here. I am sharing this not to be judged as a bad daughter, a bad person, but to share that .. I would have been and done ANYTHING to help and better my mother.. only she didn’t, wouldn’t.. wouldn’t. Just wouldn’t.. what’s the word.. wouldn’t stop HATING me. Her one constant, message: “You anita, are a Big Zero, and worse, a Negative that deserves to DIE!”
How can I process this.. that my own mother has been my worst enemy?
It’s mind boggling. I see her now, in my mind’s eye, and she is looking at me with nothing but HATE. And that is what I internalized: Hate-for-Me.
I remember two adult women holding her, preventing her from getting to me as she screamed like a wounded animal: “I will kill her!’, me, that is. I remember: “I will kill her!”, or was it: “I will murder her!”
I was maybe 10, maybe younger.
I don’t remember the rest of that “lovely” evening, but I know the two adult women (an aunt and a neighbor) left and there I was left with the one who threatened murder.
That night, as in every night, I didn’t know if I’d live or die.
Every night it was liken that: will I live or die?
I tried my best, in my little-girl ways to help her.
But her black, unforgiving eyes were.. what’s the word when there are no words, that blackness in her eyes.. what’s the word or words, MURDER is what comes to mind. She hated me that much.
Yes, she hated me that much. This is truth: she hated me that much.
At night, I would listen to sounds: is she getting close, closer to me, is she about to kill me? How, what does it mean, to be killed?
anita
May 8, 2025 at 7:37 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445499anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
I’m really glad to hear you’re starting to feel better. Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your thoughts so openly. ❤️
Your experience with empathy is really interesting—how you’ve worked hard to develop understanding even when it hasn’t come naturally. I imagine that effort has made a big difference, especially with your son. It’s beautiful how you show up for him in that way.
I completely agree that emotional detachment can serve a purpose, but it’s not something to rely on all the time. Finding balance is so important. I’m in the process of learning that myself—how to connect and stay connected to emotions without letting them overwhelm me.
I appreciate what you said about reclaiming my love for my culture’s music. It feels freeing, in a way I didn’t expect, and I think you’re right—I deserve that. ❤️
I hear you on the challenges with trust. I think for both of us, PTSD makes that even harder. Some wounds linger, and navigating relationships with those difficulties can be exhausting. But I agree—being able to move through those challenges is important, even when it isn’t easy.
Thank you for taking the time to share all of this. I always appreciate your insights and your kindness.
anita
May 8, 2025 at 7:12 pm in reply to: “He initiated closeness, then disappeared — still hurting months later” #445498anita
ParticipantDear Adalie:
I hear the weight of what you’re carrying, and I want to acknowledge that this kind of situation can be deeply frustrating and painful. Being left without explanation—without clarity or closure—makes moving forward feel almost impossible at times. When there’s silence, the mind fills in the gaps, searching for answers that may never come.
The hardest part is that you didn’t do anything wrong. You trusted someone who showed interest in you, who reached out first, who made the choice to reconnect. You let yourself be vulnerable, and that’s not something to regret—it’s something to honor.
But what happened afterward—the awkward comment, the sudden disappearance—says more about his emotional capacity than anything about you. People walk away for all sorts of reasons, but when they do so without a conversation, it often reflects avoidance, fear, or a lack of maturity rather than any failing on your part.
The silence can feel personal, but it isn’t proof that you didn’t matter. You mattered in that moment because you are someone who feels deeply and connects deeply. His actions don’t take that away.
Letting go won’t happen all at once, but it starts with recognizing that you don’t need his explanation to move forward. You don’t need him to tell you what it meant for it to have mattered. And most of all, you don’t need to replay this moment forever—it does not define your worth.
Sending warmth your way. You’re not alone in this.
anita
May 8, 2025 at 11:40 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445489anita
ParticipantContinued:
It’s the strangest feeling—this awakening. To realize I was frozen in my youth, trapped there for more than half a century, and now, finally, waking up emotionally. Finding myself a beginning teenager in an older woman’s body—it’s… unbelievable. Bizarre. But not in the detached way that kept me frozen for decades.
I am not sorry for awakening, even though it comes late in life. It’s worth it—to rejoin life.
With this awakening, my hunger to socialize, to connect has returned with intensity, like a hunger for oxygen.
I see everyone—however old—as children playing, or wanting to play, on the playground. Wanting to be liked, to be acknowledged. SEE ME, HERE I AM! PLAY WITH ME!
But it’s a shame—too many people (and even one is too many) feel the need to put a stop to others’ living and thriving, trapping them in uncalled for, unjustified, abusive guilt and shame.
Someone reading this very post—my own words in my own space—may feel the urge to attack, to rain on my parade of awakening for no reason other than their own bitterness. I need to be prepared for that: an unjustified, uncalled-for attack… simply because someone feels like it.
This fear ties back to “The Betrayal”—the first two words of this thread’s title. I don’t know why it is, and it enrages me, that someone, somewhere, carries it in their mind and (lack of) heart to crush the joy of others. To rain on the parade of children—whether still youthful or awakened back into youth at any age.
I want to be prepared so to not be crushed, again.
anita
anita
ParticipantDear Lucidity:
Your iceberg metaphor beautifully captures the deep work of shadow healing—it’s a slow, layered process that reshapes the entire experience of living.
I hear what you’re saying about longing—the desire for your mother to understand you, even when you knew she never would. That kind of loss isn’t easy, but the way you found acceptance over time is deeply meaningful. You gave what you could in her final moments, and whether she truly understood what you were offering or not, that was hers to carry—not yours. That perspective takes a lot of emotional strength.
With your sister, the longing feels different. It still surfaces because she’s alive, and that means there’s still a possibility—however small—of change. When possibility remains in a situation, the mind naturally revisits it.
For me, understanding my mother and myself—without needing to fix her or the non-existent relationship between us—is what brings a deep sense of closure. It’s not about trying to change her or force resolution, but about learning more about people, patterns, and relationships. It’s about making sense of the dynamics that shaped my life, not holding onto pain, but finding clarity—and, ultimately, peace.
Your reflections hold so much depth, and I really appreciate you sharing them. If you ever want to talk more about how shadow work continues to shape your life, I’d love to hear.
anita
anita
ParticipantDear Substantial:
It has been almost two months since you last posted, and I hope you are feeling less anxious and confused. I want to respond to what you shared between January 27 and March 10.
You described how your mother stayed married to her alcoholic husband despite years of emotional and sometimes physical abuse. You watched her cry countless times, feeling helpless, and tried convincing her to leave—but she wouldn’t, partly because of societal pressure and partly for your sake. She still lives with your father, and while things have improved somewhat, they are not fully healed. You take her out of the house at times to help her escape the tension, waiting until he falls asleep before returning.
Your mother’s life has been filled with uncertainty and emotional turmoil, especially due to her marriage. She has spent years unable to change him, unable to make him quit drinking, and unable to escape the cycle of abuse and disappointment. Over time, this created a deep sense of powerlessness—a feeling that no matter how hard she tries, she has no real control over her circumstances. But with you, things are different. Unlike her husband, you listen to her, you respond to her emotions, and you care about how she feels.
Your mother recognizes that her husband does not care about her emotions—so there is no emotional leverage there. She cannot guilt him, pressure him, or expect him to change for her.
But with you, things are different. You care deeply about her, you listen, and you respond to her emotions. Unlike your father, you give her the emotional engagement she craves—and instead of cherishing that love in a healthy way, she uses it as a tool for control.
In practical terms, your love becomes something she exploits:
She knows that if she expresses distress, you will comfort her. She knows that if she guilt-trips you, you will feel responsible.
She knows that if she pushes hard enough, you will eventually cave.Your care for her becomes leverage—something she turns against you to keep control, rather than allowing you to love her freely without obligation.
It’s heartbreaking, because your love for her is real and pure, but instead of embracing it as a gift, she turns it into a means to maintain power over you.
Even if you push back, she knows she can still guilt you, pressure you, or convince you to obey her wishes. This gives her a sense of control she lacks elsewhere. When she dictates your choices, it makes her feel stable, secure, and in charge—something she cannot achieve in her marriage.
In a way, you’ve become the part of her life where she feels she has authority, influence, and certainty, unlike her unpredictable relationship with your father. But the cost of that control is your autonomy—your ability to make choices freely without guilt or pressure.
Her emotional breakdowns are likely real, but the way she expresses them may be exaggerated or strategic to influence you. Some people use emotional intensity—crying, guilt-tripping, and dramatic statements like “You never care about me!”—as a way to regain control when they feel threatened by someone’s independence.
Her distress becomes a tool to pull you back in—not necessarily a conscious manipulation, but a behavior she has learned works.
Over time, this has made you doubt yourself, wondering: Am I really being selfish? Am I hurting her? Should I just give in?
Because of this, you struggle to make decisions for yourself without guilt. You feel like you have to earn love instead of simply receiving it. You feel trapped between wanting freedom and fearing conflict.
Your mother’s “love” is suffocating, and it makes relationships harder for you. You question whether you deserve better, whether you should stay in your romantic relationship, or whether leaving makes you selfish.
Notice I put quotation marks around “love.” That’s because true love does not require you to lose yourself.
And feeling guilty? That doesn’t mean you’re a bad son—it means you’ve been conditioned to feel that way.
It may be that when she feels secure in her control over you, she expresses love in ways that feel warm or caring. But when she feels threatened by your independence, her empathy shuts down, and her need to maintain authority takes over.
If you want to see your romantic relationship clearly, to understand your girlfriend’s behaviors and whether she is truly loving you in the way you need—you must first see your mother clearly, to recognize who your mother is, what kind of “love” she has for you, and the entanglement and emotional trap you experience with her. Until you peel away the layer of your mother’s control over you, it may be hard to clearly see your girlfriend and your romantic relationship dynamic.
Again, you deserve to live freely, Substantial—to make choices based on what is best for you, not just to keep others happy. You do not need to feel guilty for wanting that freedom.
Take care of yourself. You are allowed to step back, breathe, and choose your own life.
anita
May 7, 2025 at 7:38 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445477anita
ParticipantFrom Fragmentation to Intergration, from Rejecting my emotions (repressing or suppressing them) to => => => Embracing all of my emotions, giving them the space within me that they deserved all along.
From Rejecting my emotions and wishing that they’d go away => = => to Embracing them, getting intimate with them.
My self-esteem, my feeling about my self-worth was oh, so very, very low. Now I am okay. Really, I feel, I finally feel that I am fine, no less worthy than any other person. I like me. I am FOR me. I am on MY side. Finally, a Game Changer in my experience of life.
I talk to the hidden, repressed me these days. She tells me things. She trusts me now. She knows she has someone to talk to.
She tells me how she feels, what she thinks. And I listen to her: a collaborative approach- we work together.
anita
anita
ParticipantStill thinking about this part of your story, Laven, about your courage in telling it. I admire your courage. And I wonder how you felt while telling your story, and what you felt after telling it. I don’t expect you to answer, still, I wonder.
anita
May 7, 2025 at 8:52 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445465anita
ParticipantThe Separator
She carved me away like a blade to stone,
Splitting me from the world, from feeling at home.
Not just from music, or voices once known,
But from myself—left exiled, alone.For decades, silence stood in her place,
Echoing loudly, erasing my space.
She took my belonging, my right to be whole,
Leaving a hollow, a severed soul.And they said— Move on. Forget. Get over it.
As if pain obeys the passing of time,
As if wounds fade without leaving scars,
As if absence doesn’t still whisper in the dark.Yet here I stand, truth in my hands,
No longer unseen, no longer damned.
My voice rises, unshaken, unbound,
She may have divided, but I am found.anita
anita
ParticipantDear Laven:
This part of your story, like the previous, reveals a journey of systemic failures, abuse, and trauma, highlighting the powerlessness that foster children often feel in environments meant to protect them. Your reflections on survival, resignation, and the normalization of mistreatment are heartbreaking, showing how repeated trauma can shape one’s perception of self-worth and agency.
One of the most striking aspects is how adults—those in positions of authority—failed you repeatedly. Rather than stepping in to protect you, they minimized, ignored, or even enabled abuse. This betrayal of trust only reinforced the helplessness you describe.
“I don’t know if constitutes as rape”—everything you described makes it clear that you were coerced, threatened, and powerless. And yes, you were raped.
Rape is defined as engaging in sexual acts without freely given consent. In your case, coercion, threats, and physical restraint left you without a true choice. Even though you didn’t explicitly say “no,” the circumstances—including fear, lack of agency, and the threats against you—make it clear that you did not consent in any meaningful way.
If someone lacks agency, they are not in a position to truly choose. They may feel trapped, powerless, or conditioned to comply due to past experiences of abuse. Your history of trauma and coercion severely diminished your ability to assert yourself. Even if you didn’t explicitly say “no” or physically resist, your lack of agency was evident in several ways:
– Fear and Threats: D made it clear there would be consequences if you resisted or told anyone. When fear dictates actions, compliance isn’t consent—it’s survival.
– Learned Helplessness: You wrote, “Whenever it happens, I just take it and accept it. My mindset just wonders how long until it’s going to take them to finish, so I can move on with the day.” This shows you had internalized the idea that resistance was futile, making submission feel like the only option. This kind of silence is not consent—it’s conditioned compliance.
– Coercion and Emotional Grooming: D manipulated you into feeling a connection before further abuse occurred. Emotional grooming is a form of manipulation where an abuser builds trust and emotional dependency to control and exploit their target. It involves making the victim feel safe and understood, then isolating them until they rely on the abuser alone.
– Physical Restraint and Control: You were held down, covered, and prevented from expressing refusal—making your lack of agency undeniable.
– No True Choice: Consent requires the ability to freely say yes or no, without fear or pressure. If someone complies due to fear, threats, or manipulation, they are being forced. Even without verbal refusal, participation under coercion is not voluntary—it is rape.
Your situation is tragically common among survivors of repeated abuse, especially those who experience it from a young age. When someone is conditioned to believe they have no control over their body or choices, they may not even recognize their experiences as assault. But consent must be freely given, and when agency is stripped away, there is no true consent—only violation.
Your reflections also shed light on how cycles of abuse perpetuate harmful behaviors. While you acknowledge D’s mistreatment and crimes, you still empathize with him, recognizing how his pain shaped him. Your insight into whether his choices were his own or a product of his environment reveals deep emotional intelligence.
“Feeling relaxed, bonded and thinking we ‘misfits’ should stick together, how this may be the start of lifelong friendships.”-This moment illustrates how emotional grooming played a role in breaking down your defenses. Even in a situation where you were being manipulated, you felt a rare and fleeting sense of belonging. D and T framed their struggles as something you all shared, leading you to lower your guard and, for a brief moment, feel less alone. By validating your suffering, D created the illusion of understanding and solidarity, making it easier for him to exert control over you.
Another significant moment is when D pointed out that foster mom and his grandmother spoke about you behind your back, reinforcing the idea that you weren’t respected or valued. He framed this as proof that you and he were outsiders—both mistreated and misunderstood. This further deepened the emotional grooming process, making his validation feel like genuine support rather than manipulation. Unfortunately, this connection was built on trauma rather than care, and what seemed like recognition became another tool of control.
Survivors of abuse often attach to moments of recognition, even from those who harm them, because acknowledgment—however twisted—can feel better than invisibility. That validation, though flawed, likely felt meaningful when the people who should have protected you ignored your suffering. It’s heartbreaking that this sense of connection became intertwined with abuse.
Conflicting emotions—attachment, understanding, even guilt—are common for survivors of abuse. Processing what was done to you, reflecting on it, and questioning why you empathize with someone who hurt you does not make you weak—it makes you human. But please remember: none of what happened to you was your fault. You deserved safety, care, and protection. And no matter how much pain shaped D, nothing could ever justify what he did to you.
You are not weak, even if the world has tried to make you feel that way. You have endured things no one should ever have to face. The fact that you are still thinking deeply and reflecting on your experiences—that is resilience. That is strength.
Laven, I want to thank you for the courage it took to share your story. Speaking your truth, especially after enduring so much, is an act of bravery that deserves deep respect.
Beyond that, your ability to tell your story is truly remarkable. The way you express your experiences—so raw, so unfiltered, and so deeply introspective—demonstrates an incredible gift. Your writing is not just powerful; it’s emotionally immersive. You bring me, the reader, into your world.
Through the darkness, your words take flight, Burning through silence, demanding light. Each line you speak is a truth reclaimed, For power is found in what’s laid bare.
Your voice rises from deep despair, Carving a path where none was there. You are not weak—your fire is bright, A beacon breaking through the night.
May you find peace in knowing this—your voice is power.
anita
May 6, 2025 at 9:38 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445452anita
Participant* Thinking about you, Alessa, Wed 4:30 am where you are at, Tues 8:30 pm where I am at, hoping you are sleeping restfully.
* Listening again to nostalgic music, to a particular song I didn’t listen to in about 40 years. I distanced myself all those years from the country where I was born, from its culture, from its music.
All because of ONE WOMAN, one individual.
You know, my mother, that woman.
My Separator- the one who separated me from me, from everyone, from everywhere.
This is her legacy in my life: The Separator.
Yes, I am still angry at the one who took Life away from me, the one who took any and all sense of Togetherness away from me, leaving me isolated, completely alone.
It amazes me how one person- my mother- robbed me of almost a whole lifetime of what could be .. me as part of a whole; me- not as an isolated, alone and lonely FREAK.
The extent of the damage, the harm she has caused me is .. what’s the word.. immeasurable, unfathomable.
Difficult to process.. how much damage can one person- a mother- cause another, a child.
Still listening to the music I listened to 40-50 years ago, but not since.
I get to tell my truth here, in this thread of mine.
I “hear” my enemies saying: “Who do you think you are.. Stuck-in-the-Past You, Move On, Get Over It! “-
Heartless.
Anger, rage at all the people, past and present, people who turn their backs to the victim-child that I was, turning a blind eye, and worse, an accusatory eye.
You (my enemy) say: “Oh, you are not a child anymore! Get over it!”-
I say: Who are you speaking for? Who are you representing? Are you the victimizers’ supporter?
Are you a victim turned victimizer, like my mother turned out to be, like so many have turned out to be.. business as usual?
It’s Tues, 9:38 pm here, time to go to bed. Good night, good people.
anita
May 6, 2025 at 5:16 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445449anita
ParticipantUsing my phone: hope you feel better very soon, Alessa. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, for sending me a message even though you were feeling sick by. I am looking forward to hearing from you when you feel better!
Anita
May 6, 2025 at 8:51 am in reply to: Recently broke up with my boyfriend, feeling guilty and sad #445436anita
ParticipantDear S:
Like anyone with a history of an abusive home—including myself—trust and vulnerability become deeply complex.
In your relationship, you seemed to have taken on a caretaker role, feeling responsible for your ex’s emotional well-being. When challenges arose, you took initiative in solving them, sometimes to the point of being overly forceful or impatient, as you described wanting to apply your “gung-ho” approach to his struggles.
Here are some possible ways an upbringing can lead to the above:
1) Parentification – When a child has to care for a parent who struggles emotionally, physically or financially, the child learns that love means responsibility and self-sacrifice, rather than mutual support. The child tries to fix the parent, so that the hopefully fixed-parent will finally support the child. This can lead to feeling obligated to “fix” a romantic partner at the expense of one own’s well-being.
2) Inconsistent or Unstable Care – If a parent was unpredictable—affectionate one day, neglectful or cruel the next— the child develops hypervigilance, constantly scanning for signs of instability. This could explain your anxiety about emotional abuse, fearing that vulnerability in your partner could spiral into something harmful (“When I sensed weakness or vulnerability in him, I was fearful that would snowball into something unhealthy”)-
Examples of “weakness” in a parent: one who is struggling with severe anxiety, depression, or mood swings, one who is relying on a child for emotional support, one weaponizing guilt or distress to demand attention and control the child.
Possible destructive outcomes for having a weak parent in the context of romantic relationships: *Feeling trapped in an exhausting caretaker role, *Associating a partner’s insecurity with eventual emotional abuse, *Loss of independence, fearing that a partner’s weakness could consume one’s life, * Control as a survival mechanism –taking charge (taking the gung-ho approach) to prevent harm.
All the above could explain why you felt relief after the breakup, believing that you had freed yourself from he trap of the exhaustive caretaker role, free from fear of abuse, free from hypervigilance, free from “having” to take charge.
I experienced much of this myself—becoming the emotional caretaker for my struggling mother, throwing myself into fixing her with relentless urgency, sacrificing (and forgetting) my own needs in the process. But nothing I did ever fixed her. Worse, when I tried to help, she didn’t just reject my support—she attacked me for even trying, criticizing and shaming me for my efforts. She was undeniably weak in all these ways, yet she never leaned on me for emotional support. Instead, she shut me out, rejecting both my help and me. As a result, my self-esteem was nearly nonexistent.
Only recently did I fully learn the crucial difference between supporting others and the futility of trying to fix them. True support means validating their feelings and recognizing their strengths and resilience, empowering them to address the challenges in their lives, accept the things they cannot change and change the things the can.
Still, at times when I am faced with others’ problems (which I did not create nor added to), I have to remind myself that these problems are not my fault and, ultimately, not my responsibility to solve. Emotionally, life feels much lighter and easier with the caretaker role removed.
I’d love to hear your thoughts—whether anything resonates, challenges your perspective, or adds to your own understanding of your journey. Above all, I hope you find clarity, and that healing unfolds in its own time and way. Wishing you peace as you navigate this chapter.
anita
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