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anita
ParticipantIn regard to this one stream-of-consciousness journaling, I am asking for no replies. Also, trigger Warning.
S.H.A.M.E and G.U.I.T- two very, very difficult experiences. As I typed this sentence, just now, the thought “Death is preferable” occurred.
I remember thinking- I was either a teenager or in my very early 20s- “if I could have one day in my life where I don’t feel Guilty, my life would be worth living”-
It just occurred to me: the title of this thread is Life “Worth Living”.
G.U.I.L.T was so very, very heavy.
My mother (MFH) used to lay it heavy on me: hours of histrionic displays of how much (she claimed) I had hurt her, how I intended (she claimed) to hurt her.. showing me where, on her wrists, she would cut with a razor blade so to put an end to the suffering (she claimed) I caused her.. because I was (.. she claimed) evil.
After each such histrionic display, she would calm down.. until the next time she found it necessary to.. once again, and again, and again… and again, let me know (just in case I managed to forget..) that indeed, I was the cause of her suffering.
I didn’t deserve that guilt.
But later in life, I have done wrong to others.. But already so immersed in guilt, I couldn’t tell the difference between valid, o justified guilt and the other kind- the kind that my mother imposed on me.
And S.H.A.M.E took hold- the feeling that I am a freak, an inexcusable creature of wrongness.. one taking space but shouldn’t. Being some kind of inexcusable otherness.. not worthy of togetherness.
To please my mother meant to erase myself. To erase that B.A.D.
These complex experiences of G.U.I.L.T and S.H.A.M.E dominated my life.. a life that felt like.. not “Worth Living”.
To re-enter The Garden of Eden (referring to my recent post to Peter)- Guilt and Shame cannot be left behind. They are parts of me.
But these parts- instead of continuing to weigh me down- are parts that I can carry with courage, like a hero.
I want my life to no longer be about self-erasure, the bely-up reaction to aggression, or potential aggression. I want C.O.U.R.A.G.E to be the theme of my life, a courage that will make the re-entry into Eden possible.
I have done wrong to people.. some of my guilt is valid. I have done wrong. And it’d be very difficult to no longer do no-wrong to anyone.. ever.
But my focus can shift from F.E.A.R of being bad to C.O.U.R.A.G.E- the confidence that.. as faulty and damaged as I have been, I can be something else now, something different- a person I am no longer ashamed of.. a person I am proud of (not in the biblical sinful kind of pride).
From my best efforts to erase myself, to people-please to => living a life “Worth Living”- one where I AM- not something to hide, but something to BE, to EXPRESS.
And in all that, to focus on the Sacred: love, compassion.
Anita
anita
ParticipantThank you, Peter. I see you as a mentor—someone guiding me through what is still difficult to do.
After I posted yesterday, I found myself revisited by an old companion: shame. A flicker of disappointment stirred, as if I had declared “No shame!” and expected the spell to hold. It was a kind of magical thinking—a pattern I recognize from childhood and adolescence: “From now on, I’ll be good.” “From now on, I’ll make no mistakes.” And last night: “From now on, no shame, no guilt.”
Reading your response, I saw the echo of that same wish: to return to Eden as we once were—innocent, untouched, unburdened. As if simply shedding shame and guilt were enough to slip back into the garden as the little girl I used to be.
But you offered a wiser truth: we cannot return as we were—only as we are, transformed. And transformation begins with radical acceptance. Shame and guilt become threads in the tapestry of our story—not definitions of our worth, but markers of growth.
To transform them is to cultivate a climate of love and belonging where those old echoes lose their sting—where they cannot survive because the atmosphere is too warm, too clear, too kind.
What emerges, I hope, is a transformed innocence—not rooted in ignorance, but in wisdom, compassion, and radical self-acceptance. If Eden is to be re-entered, it is not through denial, but through integration. We must become someone who belongs there—someone who has turned suffering into strength, guilt into grace.
And I do see your grace, Peter—in your words, your insight, your absence of judgment.
Eden isn’t lost—it has changed shape. It is no longer a garden untouched by awareness, but a sacred space earned through turning suffering into strength, guilt into grace, confusion into insight, and shame into liberation—the freedom to exist without apology or self-erasure.
It’s a place of integration: of light and shadow, joy and sorrow, innocence and experience.
Shame and guilt aren’t banished at the gate—they are transformed by the fire that guards it.
Thank you for walking with me into this unfolding, Peter—for echoing the stillness and the fire. If you feel moved to respond, I’d love to hear what Eden feels like for you, now… not as a memory, but as a rhythm that’s shifting.
.. I feel a current moving—I’ll follow it into my own thread, where the words will find their rhythm.
Anita
anita
Participant“There are moments when language bows and steps aside, when the most generous thing a voice can do is echo the stillness.”-
– to echo a shameless stillness, a guiltless stillness.
To let go of these two turbulences.
To claim, reclaim Innocence.
Instead of exiting the garden of Eden.. Reclaim it, Conquer it.
This is what I want to do. A return to the Blank Canvas.
Anita
anita
ParticipantJournaling, stream of consciousness.. Nothing for you, the reader to fix.
The purpose in this is therapeutic: to Express the Suppressed:(I have NO idea what I am about to type)..
The birds, I hear them singing at 9:21 pm this Sunday night.
Drinking yet another glass of red wine.
Listening to Fleetwood Mac.
All the Shame.. shame.. a terrible experience.
And the Guilt..
I don’t want these anymore.
I want to give myself a new start.. I mean, REALLY.. a New Beginning-
Being a decent person, no longer weighed down by Shame and Guilt.
F.R.E.E
Let’s make July 21, 2025- a New Beginning for me.. shameless, guiltless.
To wake up to a life not weighted down by that heavy, heavy shame and guilt.
“Here I am on the road again.. There I go, turn the page”-
I want to turn the page for good.. to let go of shame and guilt.. I can do it!
Be the best person I can be tomorrow, and every day after.. and forgive myself for ALL past mistakes.. and non-mistakes (both)
A New Beginning, a New Page.
Sun night, 9:40 pm.. almost, not quiet dark.
Anita
anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for your kind message❤️. It means a lot to know I didn’t make things harder for you, and I really appreciate your care and thoughtfulness. Please don’t feel bad about my emotional reaction—it came from reading something real and honest, and I value your openness so much.
I’m sorry you know PTSD so closely too, though I’m also grateful you’ve found ways to comfort and ground yourself. The way you talk to yourself during those moments—reminding yourself that you’re safe now, that you deserved to be protected as a child—that’s such a strong and loving thing to do. It’s not silly at all. I think your scented candles, teddy bears, and music create a kind of emotional safety net, and that’s beautiful.
Your reminder to mother myself… it landed gently. It’s something I want to hold closer. If I were my own child, I think I’d say: “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were good. You’re still good.”
Thank you again for sharing your rituals and thoughts. ❤️
Anita
July 20, 2025 at 8:20 am in reply to: Struggling to Heal from Past Hurts in My Marriage – Advice? #447796anita
ParticipantDear Genesis:
I want to reply to you a second time to improve upon my first message from over a month ago.
It’s clear your husband has said and done things that left you doubting your worth and questioning whether you were ever fully wanted. Yet at the same time, you mention that he’s a lovely person, that he loves you now, and that you’ve begun couples therapy together (“We recently start couples counseling. I know he loves me now, and he’s a lovely person”). That says something about his willingness to try—but also raises questions about why these ruptures happened in the first place.
There could be many possible motivations behind his behavior, and while none excuse the harm, understanding them might help you make sense of the confusion:
1) Avoidance of conflict or discomfort: He may struggle to voice difficult feelings in real time, delaying honesty until circumstances force it—like after the wedding or during financial losses. He might not believe conflict can be navigated constructively, so he puts off the truth until it spills out under pressure—where it often causes more harm.
2) Fear of rejection or emotional vulnerability: Some people hold back truths because they’re scared that being fully open will make them unlovable, so they hide parts of themselves and hope things will “just work out.”
3) Unresolved internal insecurities: Someone might push their partner away because they’re scared of getting too close, not because they don’t care. Your husband might have struggled with commitment or his own self-worth early on, and instead of facing it directly, he made abrupt moves (like breaking things off or sharing unexpected confessions) that left you feeling unchosen or unwanted. But those actions may have been more about his internal conflict than about his valuing you.
4) Poor communication skills or emotional immaturity: It’s possible he simply hasn’t learned how to navigate emotional complexity with clarity and care. Sharing personal doubts at inappropriate times, making comments about attraction, or mismanaging decisions like whether to have children—these don’t necessarily point to malice. They might reflect an underdeveloped emotional toolkit. He may not yet know how to express complexity with care: how to hold space for nuance, how to balance truth with kindness, how to repair rather than explain away. This immaturity doesn’t mean he can’t grow—but it does mean the healing will require intention, not just affection.
You asked whether it’s possible to heal from patterns like this. Sometimes it is—especially if both partners are willing to do the deeper work. That includes not just apologies, but repair that is active, consistent, and emotionally attuned. It also includes space for your healing, on your terms.
Rebuilding self-esteem after feeling chipped away takes gentleness, patience, and reconnection with your own truth. What parts of you feel silenced or small in this relationship? What boundaries need to be reclaimed?
I hope couples therapy brings clarity—and I hope you keep holding space for your own growth and wholeness. You don’t have to figure everything out at once. You’re allowed to take your time, and you’re allowed to prioritize your peace.
Sending care and strength, Anita
anita
ParticipantYou are welcome, Peter, and thank you for the stillness. I feel it now. I want to feel it more and more.
🤍 Anita
July 19, 2025 at 11:25 am in reply to: True Love still exist when you have faith and patience. #447792anita
ParticipantDear Gregory:
Reading your message brought a smile to my face. Your happiness shines through every word, and it’s truly heartwarming to see how hopeful and empowered you’re feeling. I’m keeping my fingers crossed alongside you and cheering for every step forward in your journey—especially as your DG continues to support capacity building. That’s such a meaningful path.
I would absolutely love to meet you if you come to the U.S.—please do let me know where you’ll be! East Coast, West Coast…?
Thank you for your kind wishes. I’m holding them close. I’ll be here, looking forward to your next update.
Warm regards, Anita
anita
ParticipantHi Alessa:
I saw that you posted here hours ago, but I postponed reading it because I anticipated feeling emotional.
I am sorry you had a PTSD episode.
* Trigger Warning: Alessa, please don’t read, or if you do, feel free to stop reading at any time, and to not reply- for your own sake.. I don’t want to cause you to have a new PTSD episode. Your well-being is more important than.. well, anything.
I think that I am having PTSD episodes multiple times per hour- the tics, the stress in each tic, holding my breath…
The term Mothers From Hell comes to mind. Well, I just came up with the term.. MFH.
You said it brilliantly: “Our mothers went in a different direction – think the shelter dogs who become hyper aggressive.”
I’ve been reading people stories in these forums for over 10 years. It takes way less than an MFH to traumatize a child.
I remember details of what you shared in regard to your mother, and indeed we have this in common: at a different time, different continent- we were stuck in a cage with a hyper aggressive.. what to call it.. mother..?
I will never know what it feels to be a child having a mother.
Still, not her fault.. I mean, she didn’t choose this.. she was reacting.
It’s as if she was no longer human. No softness. No warmth.. not during her ATTACKS.
Vicious, unrestrained attacks.
Well, almost unrestrained: she was gracious enough to not insult me for the tics, and she indeed didn’t break my bones.. and she felt proud of it.. Just like you said, Alessa: “Perhaps she felt that she was the lesser of evils? Compared to what else was out there?”
She is still alive, continents and oceans away.. a weak, bent over old woman.. and I still want to go over there and pick her up and comfort her and make her my child, mother her…
Anita
anita
ParticipantDear Ada:
This morning, I took some time to re-read your posts—starting from the first, looking for new insight, as I sometimes do with threads. About two hours in, something new stirred in me when I came across this line: “In our arguments, Sam has asked me if I would feel the same outrage if his relationship with Sarah was the same, but she was a male friend instead.”
That made a new question pop into my mind: would your feelings be the same, not if Sarah was a man—but if she weren’t flirtatious, promiscuous, or so open with her feelings?
In your first post, you shared: “She’s flirtatious, promiscuous, open with her feelings. I’m quiet, reserved, and selective with my emotional intimacy.”
I wonder—very gently—whether part of your reaction might be connected not just to Sarah’s relationship with Sam, but also to something she represents.
Sometimes, when we see someone who is unabashedly open, bold, and emotionally free, it can stir something within—maybe a longing, maybe discomfort, maybe both… perhaps an inner ache for spontaneity or freedom?
I hope this lands softly. I don’t mean to interpret too much—just to offer a question that came up as I sat with your words.
Warmly, Anita
July 19, 2025 at 7:41 am in reply to: True Love still exist when you have faith and patience. #447787anita
ParticipantDear Gregory:
Thank you for your thoughtful message. I’m really glad to hear how supported and valued you’re feeling—it sounds like your DG truly recognizes your integrity and wisdom. You handled the situation around the GM position with such grace, especially considering the balance you’re protecting for your wife. That’s not just wise—it’s deeply respectful.
It also sounds like positive shifts are on the horizon. I’ll be thinking of you and Donato as things unfold, and I’m really happy to hear about the training opportunities ahead. Building knowledge and capacity is such an empowering path forward, and I can feel your excitement!
Please do keep me posted. I’m cheering for you all the way.
Warm regards, Anita
July 19, 2025 at 7:34 am in reply to: Gf’s Dad passing was the final straw into ending our long distance relationship #447786anita
ParticipantHey Alecsee, I imagine her message brought up a lot of feelings, especially after everything that’s happened. It sounds like she’s asking for some time and space to think things through.
Did you send her a reply? What did you say?
I know it’s hard to stay quiet when you want answers or connection. But sometimes being calm and giving space helps more than pushing for quick fixes. How are you feeling about it all?
Anita
anita
ParticipantWait, did I write right above that my own mother is/ was Evil.?
She suffered terrible abuse and.. she turned Evil: unendingly shaming me, guilt-ing me, no-mercy-campaigns against me
As she was hitting me with her hands across my face, she said: “Look what YOU are doing to me, you are making my hands hurt.”
Anita
anita
ParticipantJournaling, stream of consciousness this Friday night, just after 9 pm- light outside, not bright though.
As I am closing this chapter of my life as Anita, this one girl born so long ago-
This little girl, now in the form of older woman.. she is still the same little girl
She still wants to be saved, to be rescued by someone super-special who will pick her up and hold her up-
Yet, the people I wanted to pick me up are little boys and girls, just like me.
Nothing to Fix, says Peter
(Peter is one of my favorite people)
So, what do I say- if tonight, or tomorrow is my personal.. last day?
I hear the birds, 9:19 pm. I hear the wind, see the trees moving.. the birds, they give me hope. They’re still going strong, communicating with each other.. their lives worth living, no doubt.
About being Saved.. it’s the girl’s (or boy’s) only hope- that someone out there, stronger, more capable will make all the difference.. be it God, or an older person who seems wise and strong.
Is this what traditional religion about? Being saved by someone older, stronger, wiser?
The decades I lived (or died) in desperation, looking for, dreaming of being rescued.
What was so bad, you might ask.
-There’s a plane in the sky right now.. almost dark, 9:31 pm.
No birds.
What was so BAD? What is so bad..?
The loneliness. The alone-ness. The acute alone-ness.
Perhaps worse than death..?
Social isolation = the death of the soul… – ask the birds, they’ll tell you so.
You crave connection.. no stronger craving..
But then.. oh, no, it bites! It hurts
I just can’t get over my own mother threatening to MURDER me (her words), to BREAK MY BONES (her words).. and then telling me she won’t break my bones so that she won’t get in trouble (being jailed or such thing).
This was my reality.. threatened to be murdered.. and counting on her wisdom.. to not get into legal trouble…?
I expressed this before.. how to move on from this?
Don’t know.
9:54 pm.. Completely dark outside, no sound of birds.. Alone here tonight, strange sounds inside.. is it mice?
Quiet right now.. no, there’s something close.. could be a mouse. Something is moving close to me..
Well, if it’s a mouse, I will easily survive it.
After all, I survived a big-bad mother-creature who.. still can’t get over it.. her heavy-duty sounding threats to MURDER ME.. Can’t get over it… Just can’t.
Can’t.
Totally dark here, I mean, 100 percent dark. 10:04 pm.
I’m still trying to figure out the MURDER threats…
REDRUM
That threat.. tell me how to move on from that?
In that circumstance, you want to be SAVED, to be RESCUED
Which is a recipe, as a young woman, for being used and abused further.
Was she, my mother, justified? Was I the problem? Should I have been something, someone else?
I wasn’t what you needed, mother.. not what you wanted?
I was a terrible disappointment for you..?
I was. I know. You told me so, many, many.. many, many times.
Truth is, I WAS a disappointment to her. She told me so in so many ways, so many times.
I know, I know she was wrong.. but it doesn’t change the fact that to her, I was a big, big disappointment.
To her, I was something deserving of murder.
I don’t want her HATE of me to live within me anymore. I don’t want to be faithful, loyal to her hate of me.
I want to separate myself from her hate of me.
I don’t deserve her hate.
I never did.
I was her victim, the victim of an injured-turned.. Evil perpetrator,
Yes, I am calling my own, beloved mother.. Evil.
My own mother.. Evil.
Anita
anita
ParticipantDear Ada:
Reading through your posts, what strikes me again and again is your extraordinary clarity. You think with precision and feel with depth—and somehow manage to give voice to both. Your reflections aren’t just insightful; they’re emotionally generous. You’ve offered Sam understanding, nuance, empathy, and even space to be different from you. You’ve held two perspectives at once—not to dilute your truth, but to try to honor his.
That kind of emotional strength is rare. Your writing reflects someone who listens deeply, thinks critically, and still leads with care. It’s evident in your ability to question yourself without abandoning your dignity. In how you name your insecurities without using them to justify control. And in how you articulate complex emotional boundaries with such grace that even your doubts sound wise.
The truth is—Sam may be a good person, but from everything you’ve described, I don’t know that he’s equipped to truly see, respect, and emotionally match someone like you. That’s not a criticism of him—it’s a recognition of you. You deserve emotional reciprocity. You deserve to be loved in a way that doesn’t leave you reasoning in circles or shrinking your values to make room for someone else’s unresolved wounds.
And I hope you remember this, wherever the relationship leads: the way you’ve shown up in this thread—the fairness, thoughtfulness, courage, and emotional clarity—is already proof of your growth. The right relationship won’t ask you to compromise these strengths. It will recognize them. It will honor them.
With admiration and care, Anita 🤍
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