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July 8, 2025 at 7:53 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447415
anitaParticipantDear Emma:
Thank you for sharing all of this so openly. Your reflections are so rich and honestâitâs clear youâre doing deep inner work, even when it feels heavy or confusing. I really admire your courage in facing these patterns head-on.
Reading about your relationship with your mother, I felt such a strong sense of recognition. I was also deeply enmeshed with my mother growing up. She overshared with me constantlyâabout her pain, her regrets, her relationshipsâand it left me feeling like I had to be her emotional anchor, her confidante, even her therapist at times. There was no space for my own feelings. I had to grow up fast, and like you, I often felt like my inner world didnât matter.
So when you described your mother sharing about her ex, her struggles with your father, and how hard it is to draw boundaries nowâI truly get it. That kind of emotional entanglement can shape everything: our sense of self, our ability to take risks, even the kinds of partners weâre drawn to. Iâve been there. And I want you to know: itâs possible to untangle from it. Itâs possible to reclaim your space, your voice, your choices.
Given how much we seem to share, and the healing Iâve done so far around enmeshment, Iâd be honored to walk alongside you in this if it ever feels helpful. Sometimes just having someone whoâs been through it makes the path feel a little less lonely.
I also really felt your sadness around Philip. It makes sense that he felt like a mirror to a part of you youâre still trying to claimâyour boldness, your power, your potential. And itâs okay to grieve that. But I also believe that the part of you that saw something in him is the same part thatâs waking up now. The part thatâs ready to take risks, even if itâs scary.
Whether itâs painting furniture, teaching, or exploring shadow workâyouâre already moving toward yourself. And thatâs something to be proud of.
Warm wishes, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for letting me know. Please donât worry about replying right awayâtake all the time you need. Iâm really sorry to hear youâre going through a PTSD episode. I hope youâre able to find some calm and comfort soon, even in small moments.
Sending you warmth and care. Iâll be here whenever you feel ready. â¤ď¸
Take good care of yourself, Anita
July 8, 2025 at 7:26 pm in reply to: Looking for insight: emotional distancing after egg retrieval #447413
anitaParticipantDear Ty:
Thank you for sharing so openly. What you went through sounds incredibly painfulâshowing up with care, only to be met with distance and then blamed. That kind of emotional reversal can leave you questioning everything, including yourself.
But from what youâve shared, itâs clear you acted with patience, respect, and integrity. You didnât pushâyou gave space, stayed grounded, and honored her process. If she rewrote the story, it likely says more about her inner conflict than anything you did wrong.
The connection you felt was real. So was the confusion. But only one of you stayed emotionally present through both.
You deserved honesty and acknowledgment. Even if she couldnât offer that, you can still give it to yourself.
You showed up. You cared. That matters.
Warmly, Anita
P.S., I am wondering.. what do you think/ feel about the BDSM industry and how it affected her?
July 8, 2025 at 6:50 pm in reply to: Gf’s Dad passing was the final straw into ending our long distance relationship #447412
anitaParticipantDear Alecsee:
Thank you for sharing so honestly. I can feel how much this relationship meant to you, and how hard it is to let go when you still care so deeply. Itâs clear youâve been reflecting a lotâon what went wrong, what you wish youâd done differently, and what you still hope for.
If you do have this final call, maybe donât see it as a last chance to win her back. Instead, think of it as a chance to speak from the heartâwithout pressure, without trying to change the outcome. Just be real. Share what you feel, what youâve learned, and what she meant to you.
Sometimes relationships end not because the love wasnât real, but because the timing, needs, or growth didnât line up. Thatâs painful, but it doesnât make the connection any less meaningful.
Whether or not she wants to continue, you can still move forward with more clarity and strength. Youâre not brokenâyouâre grieving. And that means you loved fully.
Take care of yourself, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Lucidity:
Youâre so welcome. I really appreciate your openness and the care you put into your response. Iâll definitely be watching your new video when it comes out, and Iâll be sure to share my thoughts with you here againâsince Iâm still not able to sign into the platform to comment directly.
I admire your courage in sharing your healing journey so openly. Thereâs a quiet strength in the way you speakâgentle, but groundedâand itâs clear that youâre not just finding your voice, youâre offering it as a light for others. Thatâs no small thing. Even the imperfections, like the sound quality, donât take away from the heart of what youâre doing. If anything, they make it feel more real, more human.
As for how Iâm doingâjust a few minutes ago, I was reflecting on a message from Alessa (in my thread). She said something so fiercely protective about the child I once was, and as I read it, I imagined her stepping into my past, standing up to my mother in a way no one ever did. It was such a vivid momentâlike a piece of my story being rewritten with strength and care. It left me feeling.. well, happy! Itâs amazing how words, even now, can reach into old wounds and offer something new.
By the way, I was wonderingâhas anything changed with your sister? If you feel like sharing, Iâd love to hear how things have been unfolding.
Thank you again for sharing your path so generously. Iâm really looking forward to your next video.
With quiet admiration, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸
As I read your words, something unexpected happenedâI imagined you stepping into my childhood, as if you had traveled back in time. I saw you standing there, facing my mother as she berated me, as she so often didâloudly, cruelly, for what felt like hours. No one ever intervened. Not the neighbors who could hear through the walls, not the strangers on the street who saw her shove and kick me as I walked beside her, small and defeated. No one ever stood up for me.
But in my mind, you did.
I imagined you turning to her and saying (in that English accent I like so much): âHow cruel and selfish can a person be? Absolutely disgraceful behaviour. Disgusting!â- And for the first time, someone was there to confront her. To name the truth out loud.
That imageâof you standing up for me when no one else didâbrought a new kind of smile to my face. It gave something to that younger version of me that she never had: protection. Witness. Fierce love. You gave that little girl something she never had: someone who stood up for her.
Thank you for seeing not just the child I was, but the woman Iâve become. Your words are a kind of healing I didnât know I still needed.
In gratitude, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Thomas:
Thatâs a really important question. Setting emotional boundaries with a parent who leans heavily on you can feel like walking a tightrope between self-preservation and guilt.
The self-preservation part is the voice that says: âI need space to breathe.â âIâm exhausted from always being the strong one.â Itâs your healthy instinct to protect your energy, your peace, and your emotional boundaries. And itâs essentialânot selfishâfor your mental and physical well-being.
The guilt part says things like: âBut what if they feel abandoned?â âTheyâve done so much for me.â âI donât want to hurt them.â Guilt often shows up when you begin doing something newâlike saying no, asking for space, or not responding right away. Especially if you were raised to prioritize your parentâs emotions over your own, guilt can feel like a warning sign⌠even when youâre doing something healthy.
So yes, itâs a tightrope: trying to care for yourself without feeling like youâre betraying them. And thatâs hard. It takes practice, self-compassion, and sometimes griefâbecause youâre letting go of the role you were taught to play.
Here are a few ways to begin:
* Give yourself permission- setting boundaries isnât cruel, itâs necessary. Youâre not turning your back on them; youâre turning toward your own well-being.
* Use soft, clear language- instead of confrontation, try: âI really care about you, and I want to be present when we talkâbut sometimes I feel overwhelmed and need space to recharge.â This frames the boundary as a way to preserve connection, not sever it. (this soft approach may work.. or not)
* Expect guiltâ guilt, in this context, doesnât mean youâre doing something wrong. It means youâre doing something new.
* Limit emotional labor, not love- you can still care without becoming your parent’s therapist. Try gently saying: âThat sounds really tough. Have you thought about talking to someone who could really help you through it?â (again, a gentle approach may work.. or not).
* Build support elsewhere. A friend, therapist, or support group can help you stay grounded when emotional backlash shows up.
Youâre allowed to protect your peaceâeven from someone you love. And the fact that youâre asking this question shows how much thought and care youâre bringing to the process.
Here are a couple of affirmations you might return to when guilt creeps in: âI am allowed to take care of myself, even if it makes others uncomfortable. My needs are not a betrayal. I can love someone and still say no.â
âItâs okay to protect my peace. I donât have to carry what isnât mine. I can be kind to others without abandoning myself.â
You can write one down, repeat it when you feel that tightrope tension, or use it as a grounding breath practice.
I want to close with something personalâfrom my and my sisterâs experience with our mother. Like the title of this thread suggests, she used emotional exploitation as a form of parenting, often with heavy guilt-tripping and frequent threats of suicide. I was deeply intimidated by those threats. I tried to be her emotional caretaker, her therapist, her savior. I approached her with softness, with gentleness, hoping that kindness would heal her. It didnât. She kept going.
But my sisterâwhen she was in her twentiesâresponded differently. One day, when our mother made another suicide threat, my sister said firmly, without fear: âThen do it. Stop talking about it.â And that was the last time our mother ever made that threat.
There was another moment Iâll never forget. My mother used to hit me from time to time. I never fought backâI just looked at the floor and waited for it to end. But in my early twenties, something shifted. As she tried to hit me, I instinctively raised my arms and blocked hers. I didnât hurt herâI just matched her force and stopped her from reaching me. And something strange happened: her arms went limp. She stopped. She retreated. And she never tried to hit me again.
Of course, I know your situation isnât identical. But I share this because some parentsâespecially those who rely on emotional controlâdonât stop because theyâve had a change of heart. They stop because the dynamic changes. Because the person they once saw as prey now appears too strong to overpower. Like predators in the wild, they donât retreat out of pity. They retreat when the prey no longer looks easy to consume. A mountain lion wonât back down because a deer looks softâit backs down when the deer looks powerful enough to defend itself.
So if your parent is emotionally exploitative, the shift may not come from their kindnessâbut from your strength. Not from confrontation (dramatic arguments, emotional outbursts, or aggressive pushback), but from quiet, steady resistance: saying less, but meaning more, no longer explaining yourself over and over but holding your boundary calmly, even when they push, and choosing not to engage in the same old emotional dance.
Quiet, steady resistance is often more effective than loud confrontation with emotionally exploitative people. Itâs not about punishing themâitâs about protecting you. And over time, it sends a clear message:
âIâm not available for this dynamic anymore. I donât need to argue about it. Iâve simply stepped out of the role.
And that shiftâsubtle but firmâis often what changes the pattern.
If anything I shared resonatesâor if you want to talk more about your experienceâIâd be honored to continue the conversation. These things are hard to untangle alone, and you donât have to carry it all by yourself.
With care, Anita
anitaParticipantJust like that, completely dark, no sound of birds. Complete silence. They will be back in.. six hours, right???
anitaParticipantIn regard to the title of my thread: “Life Worth Living”- life that is worth living is a life where you FEEL alive. A life where you are in the center of it, LIVING. The way I “lived” so much of my life.. honestly, it wasn’t worth it.
Life is a matter of quality (REALLY living), not a matter of quantity.
And.. I am living the quality right now, these months, these few years.. increasingly so- Q.U.A.L.I.T.Y.
Listening to B. B. King, The Thrill is Gone.. totally danceable!
Now, listening to the Bohemian Rhapsody.. “Momma.. didn’t mean to make you cry… Momma…. I wish I was never been born at all”- my sentiment… See how important MOTHERS are..?
The Billie Jean, live performance, 1997 (I was 36, he was 37 or 38), NO GREATER TALENT, no doubt! The dance moves.. W.O.W… The moon walk.
Sinea’d O’Connor (born 6 years after me, died 2 years ago), “Nothing Compares… ”
Whitney Houston, “I will always love you” (born 2 years after me, died 3 years ago).
Not yet dark outside, birds alive and singing. It makes me feel good to hear them!
Anita
anitaParticipantjournaling-
For those of you (my.. many readers, ha ha) who wonder why I journal- the reason is the deep disconnect I lived through for so long- a stranger to myself. The stories I tell here about my early life, because of the disconnect, I haven’t been able to find myself in these stories. So, I kept telling my stories trying so to find ME in the stories.
I went missing from my life at a very early age.
My stories didn’t feel real.
I have been so very confused, for so very long.
And in all that, in my disappearance-act, my MOTHER was a looming presence, like a.. Goddess of Misery.
So histrionically miserable (those endless episodes of how-miserable-I-am-and-I-will-tell-you-all-about-the-many-many-many-miseries), that there was no space for me, no right to have my own space.
Had to cure her misery first.. then maybe, maybe there’ll be some space for me.
Failed.
It is recently that I am reclaiming my lost, stolen space.
I do it here, in my threads, and I do it on the dancing floor- 70s-80s free style, always after a few drinks.
And when it happens, like it did last Saturday, a band was playing on the stage outdoors- I started to move to the music (Tom Petty’s music), and MAGIC!
Dozens of people could see me, and they did, and I didn’t mind. I moved to the music and felt so very ALIVE.
..My mother would have never allowed me to dance.. not as long as she was Miserable.
I would be BAD if I danced while she was miserable.
Captive By Her Misery.
So, I danced last Saturday.
After the dancing (a shy smile on my face right now), two men approached me, separately, and suggested to get to know me better. Seems like they found my dancing.. attractive? The second man seemed sincere, told me he watched me dancing and was.. intrigued, don’t remember his exact words, was tipsy. He seemed like a decent older man, sincerely interested, he really tried to get his message across.
So, well, I declined.
My dream is to dance The Billie Jean.. well, I already did, a bit, his moves, well, a few of his moves.
To summarize it, I suffocated in my mother’s misery, cared too much, couldn’t, wouldn’t allow myself any happy, not for as long as she was so deeply miserable.
D.A.N.C.I.N.G
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you so much for your kindness and for seeing that part of me. Iâm only just beginning to see it myself. Your message helped me feel a little more grounded in that truthâand a little less alone with it.
Youâre rightâitâs heartbreaking how many people donât receive the love and safety they deserve, especially from those who were meant to protect them. But your compassion is a reminder that healing can happen in connection, and that we can offer each other the care we didnât always receive.
Iâm truly grateful for your presence. Thank you for walking alongside me. â¤ď¸
With warmth, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
Iâm really glad to hear that the heaviness has lifted and that youâre feeling more at ease. Giving yourself permission to take time alone isnât selfishâitâs wise. Itâs beautiful that doing so helped you enjoy your time with your son even more. That shift from âhave toâ to âwant toâ says a lot about how far youâve come.
Youâre doing such meaningful workâboth for yourself and for him. â¤ď¸
With care, Anita
anitaParticipantJournaling, motivated by precious Alessa’s input:
In between seeing my mother as the innocent child that I have hurt and harmed (her claim), and seeing me as the innocent child that she has hurt and harmed-
See this gap?
There’s an adjustment I need to make: who is the destroyer; who is the destroyed? Who is whom?
Yes, I see it: she was the destroyer; I was the one destroyed.. by her.
Yes, I see.
So, evil is just this and nothing else: destroying the weak because they are weak.
Yes, I see.
Yes, I understand.
A definition of evil= targeting the weak for destruction because they are weak.
Yes, I was weak.. she detected my weakness and went about destroying me.. simply because it was easy, because she could.
The child that my mother was is long gone.
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
“Why does someone choose to act at certain times and not others?”- because it is safe to attack the defenseless. I guess this is what evil is about.
There’s a difference between Courage (fighting against injustice) and Evil (mercilessly attacking the blameless).
You are making a very good point, Alessa.
You pointed in the direction of what evil is about, the destroying a defenseless, innocent child.
Not the destruction was complete- not for lack of effort on the part of the destroyer-in-chief, aka Mother.
Yes, I see evil for what is, thank you, Alessa.
Anita
anitaParticipant* Typos, incorrect grammar, etc., are common in my journaling. Here’s a little correction: “I see it more clearly this late Sunday morning (11:21 am right now) than I ever did in my whole life! The way I see it now, evil (the intentional harming of another), may be about.. people retroactively protecting themselves, or rebelling against intentional harm done to them by people who… retroactively protected themselves from harm done to them, etc.
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