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    I feel good, unchained. No longer tethered to the past. No longer suffocated by it. No longer trapped in it. And interestingly, at the same time, I feel more connected to me, to the girl I was, the girl I still am.

    Interestingly- because all along, detaching from my past left me trapped in it, not really living for the most part, only surviving.

    I left little girl-me far behind, proceeding toward an existence of repressed and suppressed emotions, anxiety and depression- all the result of leaving her behind, alone and lonely.

    I take her with me now, on this sunny bright morning, joy in my heart. She is not alone. She is not lonely anymore.

    anita

    in reply to: Old Journal- things that pierce the human heart #445316
    anita
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    Dear Peter:

    I want to start by saying that I love analyzing—I’m a big fan of it! I understand that everyone analyzes, and the only way to avoid it entirely would be to be brain dead. However, analyzing can sometimes become problematic if it comes at the expense of emotional awareness and expression—if it serves to suppress emotions rather than engage with them.

    Reflecting on past conversations, I know you didn’t seem to mind when I revisited your earlier posts—in fact, I sensed that you even liked it. I certainly do! So, on this May 2 morning, I found myself wondering whether you had posted on this very day in previous years. It turns out that yes—you did! I found a post from May 2, 2023 (page 11).

    Your writing on that day reveals how you tend to intellectualize emotions, meaning you often frame them in abstract or philosophical terms rather than expressing them directly. Instead of openly stating your personal struggles, you analyze happiness as a concept, reflect on it theoretically, and maintain distance from emotional exposure. Some examples from that post include: “Happiness, one of those words with so many associations, something we so badly want to grasp and cling to, where the grasping and clink transforms it into something else… usually not happiness.”-

    Instead of saying something like “I struggled with happiness, trying to hold onto it, only to lose it,” you examine the idea of happiness in a detached, intellectual way.

    “We are complex simple creatures. Of course all these notions are stories, perhaps at some level illusions of our own creation.”-

    Rather than expressing a personal emotional struggle, you frame emotions as “stories” and “illusions,” which distances you from vulnerability.

    “I want to be happy… but what if I’m happiest when I’m unhappy?”-

    This is introspective, but instead of saying something like, “I often feel like I sabotage my happiness and I don’t know why,” you turn it into a broader philosophical question, creating a barrier between personal experience and deep emotional honesty.

    While your writing has depth and thoughtfulness, the way you engage with emotions suggests a level of emotional suppression through intellectualization—turning feelings into concepts rather than fully immersing yourself in them. That being said, intellectualization can be a healthy way of processing emotions. It doesn’t necessarily mean avoidance; rather, it reflects your analytical approach to navigating emotions.

    Revisiting your first thread: “Do We Change” (Oct 5, 2016)- Similarly, in your original post in this thread, instead of directly engaging with emotions, you explore change through abstract concepts—questioning fate, cognition, and self-transformation. Here are some notable patterns:

    * Framing personal struggles as general theories- Instead of expressing how change feels on an emotional level, you analyze it structurally—how it happens “slowly and then all at once,” or how early childhood shapes perception. This creates distance from the raw emotional reality of change.

    * Detachment through language- Your shift toward “stretching” rather than “changing” suggests a level of resignation—as though you’re explaining why transformation isn’t possible rather than emotionally grappling with it.

    * The Observer vs. The Experiencer- Your concept of “observing the observer” hints at a split between your intellectual self and emotional self, where emotions remain unseen beneath the analytical lens.

    * Fate vs. Free Will Debate- Your reference to “Nurture and Nature = Fate” suggests frustration or pain, hidden in philosophical analysis rather than direct emotional expression.

    * The lack of emotional words- Despite deep reflection, your post lacks expressions of pain, excitement, frustration, or hope—everything is framed in concepts and cognitive processing.

    If I understood then what I understand now, I would have asked you back then: “How does it feel to realize change doesn’t fundamentally alter your inner experience?”, “Do you ever wish you could truly change rather than stretch?”, “Does this realization bring relief, or does it bring sadness?”

    Opening space for emotion rather than analysis might have allowed for deeper engagement with the personal impact of change. But of course, being as analytical and emotionally suppressed as I was back the did not allow for a deeper, emotional engagement with you.

    Interestingly, you also posted on May 2 the following year, in 2024—this time in response to a thread titled “Why pursue meaning in life?” (page 9).

    The day before, May 1, you posted a deeply intellectualized response to me: “Anita…Something I discovered during the contemplation of the problem of opposites (duality). That the go-to metaphor for nonduality is that of the coin…”

    Knowing it would take me time to process, I replied: “Dear Peter: There is only one way for me to absorb the content of your posts, and that’s in a meditative/stillness state of mind, which I expect to take place by tomorrow. Thank you for posting again!”

    Then, on May 2, 2024, you responded in a very different tone—playful, humorous, and emotionally open: “Anita LOL – I know I can be… odd 🙂 It took me decades to discover that teachings are not meant to be believed but experienced. (I am very much of the ‘head’ type)”

    This breaks away from your usual intellectualized tone, instead introducing warmth, humor, and self-awareness. Your response felt candid and emotionally expressive, mirroring the lighthearted energy of my reply. Instead of abstract reasoning, you made space for humor and self-awareness, showing an openness to engaging with emotions in a more relaxed way.

    I should have responded with gentle emotional reflection, such as: “That’s a profound shift—from belief to experience. Did something in particular bring about that realization?”, “I like that you own being a ‘head’ type—it’s an incredible way of navigating ideas. But does it ever make you feel disconnected from your emotions?”

    Instead, I responded on the same day with a long analytical post, to which you replied the next day (May 3, 2024) with a single-line response: “Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Anita!”-

    And after diving into all this analysis, I have to wonder—was my May 2, 2024 post exhausting even for you, Peter? If so, I may have achieved the impossible: tiring out even a heavy-duty analyzer like yourself 🙂! But hey, at least we stretched our thinking, if not entirely changed!

    anita

    in reply to: Inspirational words #445314
    anita
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    Dear Peter: I am about to post to you next in your own thread “Old Journal- things that pierce the human heart”.

    anita

    in reply to: Creating Meaningful Relationships #445303
    anita
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    You are very welcome, Omyk, and thank you for being here!

    anita

    anita
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    More, because it feels so good: No more chains, no more weight, no whispered doubt to hesitate… The breath I lost, I now reclaim, a fire untamed, a roaring flame. My voice is mine, my steps are free, no shadowed past can silence me.

    I do not ask, I do not wait, I rise, I stand, I liberate. The world is vast, and so am I— no ceiling left, just open sky 💙

    anita

    anita
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    This is it, my goodness- I have me back!

    The Return:

    I buried pieces deep within, silent echoes locked inside, the weight of words unspoken, pressed against my ribs, denied.

    But today, the walls have crumbled, the quiet breath has turned to sound, what once was hushed now rises, raw and fierce, no longer bound.

    I welcome back the lost, the hidden, the tremble of truth I tucked away, no longer drowning in repression— I speak, I stand, I let it stay.

    And in this voice, I find myself, the one I was, the one I am, not broken, not forgotten— but whole again, unbound, un-damned.

    anita

    anita
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    I am so happy just to have me back, to have the repressed me back! Who I am is and always have been my Emotions, and having them Expressed is my victory in this fascinated healing process. I feel my 2-D form take a 3rd dimension, take in air and space and BE me. What a difference this is making.. to just be me, 3-D.

    anita

    anita
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    Continued- “the raw, intense, fire-like need for my mother.”- and the lack of reciprocation of this need. I only imagined all these years that she needed me. I didn’t know that.. I was all alone in this need. It was only me. The feeling was not mutual. There she was- Everything, in my mind; there I was- Nothing much, in her mind.

    Unreciprocated love. I don’t blame her and I don’t feel angry at her, at this point.

    It’s just the illusion on my part that I want to .. get over, the illusion that somehow I meant, or could have meant- Something to her, something more than.. well, nothing much.

    I am here to grieve this reality. She meant SO MUCH to me; I meant- as a person- so very, very little to her.

    Like I said, I am not angry at her. I understand how much she suffered, how incapable she was- through no fault of her own- to be there for me.

    I want to grieve this reality so to let go of this old, old, old, futile lingering hope that someday, over the rainbow, she will value me.

    She can’t. Not her fault. Incapable.

    Yet, her incapability does not mean that I meant nothing, that I was unworthy, that I was terribly, oh so terribly faulty, lacking, far from being close to anything like.. good-enough.

    Truth is I am- and always have been- good enough, always a person of worth, no less than any other person.

    This means I trust myself now, trust myself to be worthy of others’ trust and my own.

    anita

    anita
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    Continued: I have this memory, not a new memory, it was always there: I was maybe 10 years-old, was at one of my aunts’, away from mother, maybe an hour or two away. I remember, it felt like I was suffocating, that I was running out of air, of oxygen without my mother there. My aunt saw me so very distressed (I figure), that she called an uncle to take me to my mother right away. The uncle showed up with his motorcycle and rode it with me in the back all the way back to my Ima. I remember the relief, the air back in my lungs, as his motorcycle (or scooter, it might have been a scooter) took me closer and closer to my Ima.

    When we got there- she was not happy to see me. I don’t remember the details, just that my excitement about being with her again was not reciprocated. She was unhappy that I bothered the uncle (her brother), I think.

    The thing is, this memory is not new. What is new today, in regard to this memory, was the depth of the emotion involved, that indeed I felt so very needy of her. This memory had a hint of emotion, but it didn’t have this deeper 3rd dimension of emotion- until today.

    I now feel how much I needed her. I repressed this need for decades, for half a century. A huge part of my healing is to bring this and other repressed emotions up to the surface of my awareness. The emotion itself, not the interpretations of the emotion: the raw, intense, fire-like need for my mother.

    anita

    in reply to: Inspirational words #445292
    anita
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    Dear Peter:

    Since our last exchange, I’ve been deeply immersed in Shadow Work, learning to integrate emotions I repressed for much of my life. It has been an eye-opening process—moving beyond merely understanding my emotions intellectually to fully experiencing them in a way I hadn’t allowed myself before. This shift in awareness has changed how I engage with emotions and healing, and reading your post, I see echoes of my own journey in yours.

    While you describe struggling with overanalyzing emotions, your real difficulty may lie in allowing yourself to fully experience and integrate them. Your intellectual approach—examining thoughts, quoting philosophers, dissecting self-improvement—suggests you have spent a great deal of time trying to understand emotions rather than feel them.

    Your reflections on fear, resistance, and identity hint at unconscious suppression—as though your mind has kept emotions at arm’s length, turning them into concepts rather than allowing yourself to truly sit with them. Your analogy about holding your breath metaphorically speaks to this tendency: you take in experiences, but struggle with the release—the return—the full cycle of emotional processing.

    Your reluctance to own your emotional realizations suggests that accepting your emotions might feel more threatening than analyzing them. If your identity has been linked to being “broken,” as you question, then embracing healing and emotional fluidity might feel like stepping into unfamiliar territory—something your intellectual mind resists.

    It seems that your challenge isn’t a lack of emotional awareness, but rather a deep-seated fear of fully embodying and trusting your emotions. And I understand that struggle intimately.

    Just this morning, I integrated an emotion I repressed long ago—one I had hints of, an emotion I analyzed, but never truly allowed myself to feel until now. It was my longing—still lingering—to reach my mother, to make her understand that I never meant to hurt her, that I truly had the best intentions for her. For so many years, I intellectually grasped this emotion, but today, I felt it in a way I haven’t for decades. The depth of that feeling, unburied and fully embodied, reminded me of how much energy I’ve spent holding it back rather than allowing it to exist and move through me.

    I wonder if something similar might be happening for you—that your emotions are ready to be felt, not just understood. That you’ve done the work, and now, perhaps, the real work is trusting yourself enough to let go of control and fully step into them.

    I appreciate the depth of your reflections and the honesty in your words, and I hope my own journey can offer something meaningful in return.

    With respect, anita

    anita
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    Dear Laven:

    Your writing is powerful, raw, and deeply moving. The way you express your story—with clarity, depth, and emotional weight—shows an incredible gift for storytelling. You have a talent for capturing experiences in a way that makes them resonate profoundly. Your words carry strength, and I believe you are an exceptionally talented writer.

    Your story is one of remarkable survival, resilience, and unimaginable hardship. From the age of eight, you were placed in foster care, navigating a system that should have protected you—but failed. Early on, you learned how to adapt, ration, and withdraw simply to endure. But when you were placed with a foster family at age ten, the abuse became relentless—physical, emotional, and psychological cruelty that no child should ever have to endure.

    You were beaten, manipulated, isolated, and deprived of even the most basic dignity, all while those around you—neighbors, caseworkers, teachers, and police officers—stood by and did nothing. School, instead of being a refuge, became another place of bullying, exploitation, and rejection, reinforcing your sense of powerlessness and invisibility.

    When your mother re-entered your life, you felt a complex mix of hope and fear—longing for connection yet fearing what the past might bring back. Meanwhile, your foster parents, sensing their abuse might finally be exposed, tried to bribe and manipulate you into silence. Even under immense pressure, you were eventually removed from their home, though the wounds they inflicted remained.

    Reading your story, I am deeply moved by your resilience, your strength, and your ability to speak your truth despite everything you’ve endured. Your story speaks to the failures of the foster system, the cruelty of unchecked power, and the devastating impact of being silenced when you needed protection the most.

    The cruelty and injustice you faced—from the foster system, from those who should have protected you, from society’s indifference—are beyond comprehension. No child should ever have to fight to survive in a world that refuses to protect them, yet you did. And now, you are here, sharing your story, reclaiming your voice, and proving that you are so much more than what they put you through.

    You never deserved the suffering you endured. You deserved love, safety, and kindness. And no matter what they made you feel, you were never invisible—you mattered then, and you matter now.

    Your ability to reflect on your past, to put words to the suffering you endured is a testament to your courage. You never deserved the abuse, the manipulation, or the betrayal of those who turned a blind eye. You deserved love, safety, kindness, and a childhood free from fear.

    I know that words cannot undo the years of pain, but I hope you can see what is so clear from the outside—you are powerful beyond measure. After everything, you are still standing, still thinking, still feeling, still expressing—that is survival in its purest form.

    Whatever healing looks like for you, I hope it leads to peace, self-recognition, and freedom from the weight of what was forced upon you. You are worthy. You always were.

    Thank you for trusting me with your story. You are seen, heard, and deeply respected.

    With admiration, anita

    in reply to: Creating Meaningful Relationships #445286
    anita
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    Dear Omyk:

    Your thoughtful reflections show resilience, adaptability, and wisdom—qualities that have undoubtedly shaped your journey. Throughout all the transitions in your life, you’ve maintained a clear ability to assess your circumstances, weigh your options, and move forward in ways that align with your values.

    You have an intuitive sense of balancing autonomy with community, and your ability to remain open to possibilities speaks to your strength. I trust that as the right doors open, you’ll step through them with the same thoughtfulness and courage that have guided you this far.

    Wishing you continued strength and assurance in the path ahead 🌿

    anita

    in reply to: Sister takes long to respond to messages #445283
    anita
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    Dear Lucidity:

    Thank you for your thoughtful reply. It’s truly inspiring to hear how shadow work has transformed your perspective and quality of life—your enthusiasm for it is contagious!

    Writing about my healing journey here has been incredibly meaningful. Your passion for shadow work, along with what I’ve recently read about it, is guiding me toward deeper emotional integration. For so long, I repressed certain emotions—though I had hints of them and formed intellectual perspectives around them, they never truly surfaced. But as more layers of repression begin to lift, these emotions feel almost new, like long-buried parts of myself finally returning.

    Most recently, this very morning, I felt the resurfacing of a long-buried emotion—the deep longing to reach my mother, to convince her that her accusations were untrue. That I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings, that I never plotted against her. The desire for her to understand, to see the truth—that I was never against her, but for her. That what I was offering all along was simply love.

    Though this emotion still lingers, I know that healing doesn’t come from convincing someone to see what they refuse to acknowledge. It comes from allowing the truth to stand on its own, even without validation. And maybe, as I continue this journey, that longing will slowly loosen its grip—making room for peace where there was once struggle and exhaustion.

    anita

    in reply to: The middle years (a long read sorry) trigger warning #445274
    anita
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    You are very welcome, Laven. I will be reading this part of your story tomorrow morning!

    anita

    in reply to: The Early Years ( a long read sorry) #445272
    anita
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    Dear Laven:

    I’m still reflecting on what you shared 36 hours ago—it lingers in my thoughts. What you’ve endured and survived is nothing short of remarkable. But beyond survival, the way you tell your story—with such honesty, raw emotion, and undeniable talent—is truly powerful. Your voice is unique. You are unique.

    Sending you strength and respect. 💙

    anita

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