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  • in reply to: Painfully lost and stuck in my ways #445184
    anita
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    Dear S:

    This sentence in your recent post stood out to me: “Always thought that being a creator of sorts, putting things out there, my only means of putting myself out there without really speaking would be the thing that would’ve helped me escape my issues.”-

    It sounds like creativity has become your main way of expressing emotions—almost like a substitute for verbal communication with others. Maybe this is because, in the past, sharing your feelings didn’t go well—you felt misunderstood, ignored, or rejected.

    You also wrote earlier: “Initially had some optimism when younger like anyone would, only to be met with constant disappointment… the protection mainly stems from poor experiences in expressing myself through communication with people and places I had been around, not understanding and rejection when I was open and vulnerable.”-

    This suggests that when you tried to express yourself openly, negative experiences pushed you to withdraw. Now, it might feel safer to avoid deep emotional conversations and focus on art instead.

    Here are a few ideas that might help:

    * Practice saying your feelings out loud – You might try verbalizing your emotions to yourself, even in simple ways. Saying something like “I feel frustrated today” or “I feel tired” can help make sharing feelings more natural over time. If it feels easier, you could also record voice notes for yourself.

    * Find safe places to share – Writing in a journal, continuing to post in your thread, or engaging in supportive online communities could help you get more comfortable expressing emotions in ways that feel safe.

    * Recognize that communication can improve – Expressing emotions takes practice. Therapy, discussion groups, or even observing how open communicators express themselves might help you feel more confident over time.

    * Don’t take rejection personally – If people have dismissed your feelings in the past, that doesn’t mean they weren’t valid. Sometimes, others just don’t know how to respond in the way you need, but that doesn’t reflect your worth.

    If any of this resonates, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

    anita

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    Being a good person is very, very important to me. And in that intent, in that commitment to be a good person, to be the best person I can be- I must be good to me, first and foremost.

    “The Betrayal We Buried”- no longer accommodating those who betray me.

    No longer betray myself.

    anita

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    More: Here I am, a little girl, an old woman, a young-old soul. Here I am.

    I am no longer a person for you- whomever you are- to abuse me, to mistreat me, to harm me- no matter how justified you feel in hurting me. If you are against me- well, you are on your own- I will noy go belly up and submit to your abuse.

    anita

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    More: It is no longer about you, Ima. it is about me: someone has to be here for me, and I am that person here-for-me.

    There is no anger at you, Ima, only compassion as always. Only I don’t drown in my empathy for you: there is me here, and I matter.

    I matter, Ima. I matter.

    anita

    anita
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    More Shadow Work: Oh, my sweet little anita, I am here for you. Here I am with you little girl, with you forevermore. No longer will you be alone, no longer lonely.

    All your dreams, your hopes, your imaginings, they all matter. I want to hear more from you. Tell me, tell me more. I want to know more.

    I will protect you from people who want to harm you.

    I am on your side. I will fight for you, whatever it takes. I will climb the tallest mountain for you, I will cross the driest desert for you.

    Because you matter, because you are special, a courageous girl who has done her best.

    I love You, Anita.

    anita

    in reply to: Painfully lost and stuck in my ways #445169
    anita
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    Dear S: I am looking forward to read and reply to you Mon morning (it’s Sun evening here).

    anita

    anita
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    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you for your thoughtful and deeply compassionate message. I truly appreciate your kindness and the sincerity with which you express yourself—it makes a difference.

    Your reflection on parental love resonates with me. The idea that love from others can be just as valid is something I am open to, and it’s helpful to hear that acknowledging this was healing for you.

    I was particularly intrigued by what you shared about identity. When you say, “I don’t have much in the way of an identity. I’m a creature of circumstance,” what do you mean? I’d love to hear more about how that feels for you, if you’re comfortable sharing.

    Your offer to accommodate my communication preferences means a lot. I deeply value thoughtful exchanges, especially when there’s openness and mutual understanding. I also appreciate your reassurance about honesty—I welcome honesty, and I also believe in sensitivity, as words carry weight. Your awareness of this speaks to your emotional intelligence.

    You asked, “I wonder what helps you to accept and value yourself?”- For most of my life, my emotions were largely repressed or suppressed, along with many of my childhood memories. This suppression led to lifelong motor and vocal tics, creating an ongoing physical tension that kept me from genuinely engaging with life and with people. I was stuck in survival mode.

    Recently, inspired by Lais Stephan’s article on Shadow Work, Dancing with Darkness: How to Reclaim Your Whole Self (published five days ago), I’ve made significant progress in shifting from suppression to expression—without judgment or shame. I’m learning to truly value my emotions as my allies because each one has a positive motivation—to help me. Even my tics had a protective purpose at their inception: they were an attempt to run away from my mother and protect myself from further harm. Since there was nowhere to physically escape, the running happened within me, manifesting as tics. Instead of feeling shame about them, I now feel gratitude for the intention behind them.

    So, like the article’s title suggests, I am learning to dance with darkness—to embrace and engage intimately with all of my emotions, including the painful ones: hurt, anger, fear, envy, and more. If I don’t value my emotions enough to embrace them fully and compassionately, then I don’t truly value myself.

    You asked, “Does your face bear any resemblance to your mother’s face at all?”- Yes, it does, and I hadn’t fully considered the significance of that until I read your question. Interestingly, my mother never once said I resembled her. Instead, she always pointed out that unlike her, that I looked European (my father was European, while she was from Northern Africa, with darker skin). At times, when she praised me, it was for looking European, reinforcing the idea in my mind that I didn’t look like her. But in reality, I now see that I do share her facial features and coloring. What are your thoughts on this, Alessa?

    “Would it be okay if I say a prayer for your mother?” Yes, 🙏

    “I was wondering if there are any things that you enjoy or don’t enjoy in communication with others?” Due to my ADHD and Auditory Processing Disorder (which makes it difficult to process fast-spoken or unstructured verbal information), I enjoy when people speak slowly and clearly. Fast, pressured speech can be distressing, and I often struggle to follow what is being said. I also find figurative language—like jokes and sarcasm—difficult to process, so I appreciate conversations where language is used literally.

    Most of my communication with people happens here in the forums, which allows me the time I need to research, reflect, and process information before submitting posts—something I can’t do in real-time conversations.

    Thank you for sharing your email with me. Based on past experiences, I generally prefer communicating in the forums rather than by email, but if the forums ever become unavailable, I’d be glad to reach out via email.

    I truly appreciate your presence, your kindness, and your support. I look forward to continuing this conversation ❤️

    anita

    anita
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    You know the feeling that you would climb the tallest mountain, cross the driest desert for someone, do all that you can for someone else?

    And when the person you’d climb the tallest mountain for has died, never to be reached…

    How does it feel?

    Here I am older than I last remember my mother to be, my precious, beloved mother, the one I always loved, the one I will never stop loving because I don’t want to, because I was never about not loving you anymore. It’s in the core of me, in the heart of me forever- to forever love you.

    I love you, Ima!

    I love you.

    I always loved you.

    When all is said and done and you are 84 or 85 years old as I am typing this, across the world from you, I want to say: Ima, I always loved you and I love you still. Tears are in my eyes. My essence is and always has been just this love to you. This is who I am- one to love YOU!

    My scream: I-Love-You-Mother- muted as always because you are not hearing it. But this scream of mine is who I am.

    This love for you is in the core of who I am, no longer to be denied, repressed or suppressed, yet with no happy ending because of this undeniable, excruciating truth- you don’t hear me, Ima, you don’t get it, you don’t take it in- that I love you, that I always loved you.

    The complexity of it all- that I love you so very much.. and that none of it has reached you- that’s a reality that is difficult to integrate. It’s a scream from the depth of my soul, the truth of who I am, my essence: LOVE for you, Ima.

    I love you, I will miss you, Ima. There is nothing I wouldn’t do still to let you know that you are loved, that you can be loved. Unreachable, can’t reach you. Love you nonetheless. Always. This is who I am.

    anita

    anita
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    I keep expressing myself here on my thread, and part of me wonders: when am I going to be stopped from expressing, when will I be accused of overstepping, taking too much time, too much space, raining on the parade of al the normal people (are there normal people?) When will I be expelled from the forums, labeled as The Crazy One ?

    My life experience has led me to know, to really- really know that my experience is not unique, that of betrayal by a parent, and the lifelong consequences. This is a Crazy World, how can anyone disagree? Yet, I still fear being called out as The Problem, the one who should let go and get over it.

    I am enchanted by the process of seeing more, understanding more, seeing deeper and deeper. I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop.

    This is my own thread.. so I am allowed to express, to type and type whatever’s on my mind ad heart..?

    It helps me, it’s good for me.

    It’s Sat night here, had a very slow evening out and about, only a few people around in real-life.

    … How many lives can we save by simply, really listening..?

    You who may be reading this.. what’s deep inside of you, in the core of you- that needs to be expressed???

    Tell me.

    How much do we repress and suppress so to just get along, so to not be accused of being too heavy, too sensitive, too much of.. The Problem One?

    This is my thread, you can start your own, you can express yourself in your own thread, or here, if you wish. You are welcome to express yourself here.

    Is there anyone reading this?

    anita

    anita
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    Trigger Warning-very emotional post to follow-

    As part of my Shadow Work, I pay attention to when I am triggered by people, particularly when I am angry with someone for no discernable reason, and figure out what part of my own self is trying to speak to me, a part projected to the other person. This morning I had a horrifying moment: I am angry at my own vulnerability, my own weakness, my own desperation, angry at the little-girl-that I was. I am angry at her for having been weak, and being weak- deserving the mistreatment she got.

    I wrote the above without censorship, without commenting about how.. inappropriate it is to feel that way.

    Oh, but there are no inappropriate feelings. There are inappropriate actions, but not inappropriate emotions. All emotions have a positive motivation behind them, to somehow help the individual and to help others.

    So, what is this anger about?

    What comes to mind is this image/ memory of my mother looking at me with hate and condemnation in her eyes. I see her face: she is in her thirties perhaps, looking down at me as something despicable.

    I say “something” and not “someone” because saying “someone” would give me more value than what she expressed in her eyes, and in that mild smile of hers, the upward angle of her lips.

    My weakness was something to punish, in her mind and heart.

    I took in her anger as something valid. And why wouldn’t I? There were no other options presented to me from which to choose.

    I took in her anger, her condemnation- as if it was mine. It became mine.

    There was no thought processing involved: she hated me for being vulnerable=> I hated myself for being vulnerable. She hated me for being an imperfect something=> I hated myself for the same.

    But I ama not a something- what a concept! The title of a book comes to mind, “A child called It”, I think is the title. It caught my eye decades ago because it resonated.

    Looking at the title of this thread: “The Betrayal We Buried..”- I find myself just now in the process of intellectualizing, trying to rationalize, to explain, but I don’t want to take that familiar route because that’s not where the child that I was can be found.

    Back to the image, typing as I think-feel: I see the face of a monster. No, there is no “I” to see the face of a monster. There is a monster. A monster looking at me with hate. Correction: a monster looking at “it” with hate. “It” is not me. It is a stranger out there.

    Hate that stranger is what I am taught. hate that stranger is what a daughter is taught to do. And daughter follows suit with what (it) is taught.

    Still resisting rationalization: “It”- that’s me. But it isn’t. There is a person in there. There is depth in there. there is nuance.

    But don’t tell that to the mother-monster.

    Child within me says: oh, my beautiful mother, oh, my beautiful mother-god.

    I see. I feel that reverence to the mother, why.. she is god. There is no other god, no other option for the child.

    A vengeful god though. “Vengeance is Mine, and retribution, In due time their foot will slip; For the day of their calamity is near, And the impending things are hastening upon them.” (Deuteronomy 32:35), impending things hastening upon me. “leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, ‘Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,’ says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19), “A jealous and avenging God is the Lord; The Lord is avenging and wrathful. The Lord takes vengeance on His adversaries, And He reserves wrath for His enemies.” (Nahum 1:2)- I was my mother’s adversary, I was her enemy- in her own mind.

    Obviously the experience is not particular to me, it’s been many people’s stories for thousands of years.

    It’s just after noon here. the sun is shining, the leaves on the trees are gently moving to a gentle wind.

    Gentle, that’s a good word, a good experience.

    In my mind’s ear I hear a thousand people screaming at me: MOVE ON! Why are you making A BIG DEAL out of nothing, why wasting our time?

    Who is screaming this in my mind’s ear? Is that you, a person reading this?

    Oh, the fear of condemnation.

    No pressure in this process, in this post, no intended destination. Only the relaxing into the truth, which is..

    I can’t help it, I will always love my mother. Not because I want to, but because I know no other way. I should say.. love the version of my mother I have to keep: for if she didn’t love me, who would?

    It’s a deep, deep need to be loved by one’s mother, my mother, a non-negotiable need.

    Sure, I can say: oh, she didn’t love me, she was incapable, her past, her childhood, etc.-

    – But it doesn’t change the fact that she was the only mother I had and there was no other discernable source of love.

    So, of course, the child’s mind had to twist any and everything to accommodate that need for love, including joining her in .. her hate of me.

    anita

    anita
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    Dear Jana:

    Thank you for sharing this—it’s truly inspiring to hear about the progress you’ve made in embracing and accepting your emotions. Your journey reflects incredible strength, patience, and deep self-awareness.

    Your healing work through EFT, Zen Buddhism, mindfulness, meditation, and inner child work is truly remarkable. Each of these approaches has clearly played a meaningful role in helping you process pain, cultivate self-acceptance, and find peace within yourself. The way you described little Jana—no longer hiding, but smiling, sitting in joy—speaks volumes about the emotional growth you have achieved.

    It’s beautiful that you’ve been able to shift from shame and suppression to embracing vulnerability as a strength. The way you approach your emotions with gentleness, recognizing them without identifying with them, is a powerful lesson in balance. It’s a testament to how much healing you’ve done.

    I truly admire your wisdom and inner peace. Healing is a lifelong process, and the fact that you’ve reached this point is something to celebrate. I look forward to hearing more about your reflections whenever you feel like sharing.

    Sending you appreciation and encouragement on your journey. 💜

    anita

    anita
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    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you for your kindness and support—it truly means a lot ❤️

    I absolutely understand what you mean about loneliness, and it makes perfect sense to me. For as long as we struggle with low self-worth, rejecting our own emotions, or lacking self-compassion, loneliness becomes an internal reality. Even if others accept and value us, that inner disconnect persists, extending into relationships and making it difficult to truly feel seen and connected.

    Your experience with enmeshment sounds incredibly difficult. It’s heartbreaking how intentional it was, how deeply ingrained the expectation was for you to be her mirror. I can understand why that fear of becoming like her weighed so heavily on you. But the fact that you recognized it, stepped back, and reclaimed your own identity is truly powerful.

    That saying does ring painfully true. My mother rejected herself so completely that she physically cut off her own head in every picture. As a child, flipping through the photo album and seeing her missing face was profoundly disturbing.

    In a way, her ‘love’ for me mirrored that act—she figuratively cut my head off, imposing her shame onto me in a way that harmed my mind, my sense of self, my very ability to think clearly, severing my connection to my own worth, leaving me to reject and feel ashamed of myself, my identity dismantled before I even had the chance to form it.

    Thank you for sharing your experience so openly, Alessa. Your insight and reflection mean so much to me, and I deeply admire the strength you’ve shown in reclaiming your own identity. Healing from enmeshment isn’t easy, but the fact that we can have these conversations and support each other is truly powerful.

    You are seen. You are valued. You are whole. And I hope you always remember that. 💜

    anita

    in reply to: Painfully lost and stuck in my ways #445143
    anita
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    Dear S:

    It’s good to hear from you again. One sentence in your third post stood out to me: “Was one of those kids that drew and was considered gifted for it and those side effects do kinda linger.”-

    Being labeled as gifted in childhood—especially in a creative field like art—can have lasting psychological effects. When children are praised for their talent, they often internalize the expectation to consistently produce exceptional work. Over time, this can lead to the belief that their worth is tied to their ability to create something extraordinary. If validation from family, teachers, or others primarily centered around their talent, the need to seek personal worth through art can intensify.

    Many gifted individuals struggle with perfectionism, fearing that anything short of excellence is a failure. Instead of pursuing art for joy or exploration, they may feel pressured to meet impossibly high standards—where even a good result feels inadequate.

    If your early experiences were marked by repeated attempts to achieve the highest levels of success without reaching them, that disappointment may have shaped your mindset. While others build their accomplishments step by step—starting small and working toward something greater—you might feel trapped by the idea that only the biggest successes matter. As a result, instead of progressing steadily, you may feel stuck, unable to build on smaller victories because they don’t seem enough.

    Does any of this resonate with you? I’d love to hear your thoughts and explore this topic further together if you’re interested.

    anita

    anita
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    Oh, and the 🌷🌷🌷 are still here—everywhere, though now in their post-blooming stage.

    anita

    anita
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    Dear Yana:

    I want to take a moment to truly appreciate the depth of thought and care in your response to me. Over time, I’ve learned to refine the way I engage with others, recognizing the value of thoughtful replies that acknowledge emotions and encourage meaningful conversation. Because of that, I can fully appreciate the strengths in your message—the warmth, self-reflection, and openness you shared.

    The way you offered reassurance, invited reflection, and shared your personal experience with healing through love was truly beautiful. It wasn’t just supportive; it created space for deeper dialogue, allowing the conversation to unfold naturally. Your ability to reflect on your own journey and extend that reflection to me is a meaningful skill, and I want to encourage more of it.

    Sometimes, a response that validates someone’s feelings rather than dismissing them can be the difference between feeling heard and feeling shut out. I deeply appreciate seeing this side of you, and I hope it’s something you continue to bring to your conversations with others.

    It’s powerful that you’ve been able to create something for yourself—a family built on genuine care and understanding, something that contrasts with your early experiences. The realization that you may have allowed yourself to be loved is such an important one. Love isn’t just given—it’s also something we must learn to accept, and it seems like you’ve found a way to do that.

    You asked me, “What could help you finally feel whole?”—an excellent question. It was only recently that I was introduced to the concept of Shadow Work, which has been deeply insightful for me. If you’re interested, Lais Stephan’s article “Dancing with Darkness: How to Reclaim Your Whole Self” on the Tiny Buddha homepage explores it beautifully.

    The answer to your question is found within the article’s title—dancing with darkness—or, as Stephan writes:

    “I realized I had spent years treating my emotions as something to get rid of. But healing isn’t about eliminating pain; it’s about becoming intimate with it. So instead of suppressing my darkness, I started getting to know it… The more I embraced my pain, the less power it had over me… I learned that healing isn’t about reaching some perfect, pain-free version of yourself. It’s about integrating every part of you—even the ones you used to reject.”

    Throughout the years on tiny buddha, I’ve shared my feelings, yet at the same time, I unknowingly rejected some of them and failed to acknowledge others—trying to push them away, often feeling shame for experiencing them at all. The shame, judgment, and fear I carried kept them largely repressed or suppressed, preventing them from being truly acknowledged and processed.

    But yesterday, when I shared about my childhood and lifelong loneliness, something shifted. For the first time, I felt a sense of acceptance and appreciation for it—no longer rejecting it as something bad. It was like welcoming someone who had long been cast aside into my home. The once-rejected part of me, angry and demanding attention, finally felt seen and accepted—and in that acceptance, the desperate need for validation faded.

    Jana, as you reflect on your own journey of healing and self-acceptance, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this approach. Do the principles of Shadow Work resonate with you? Have you experienced moments where embracing your pain rather than rejecting it led to a sense of peace or clarity?

    anita

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