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  • in reply to: Heartache husband left me #447102
    anita
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    Dear Suzanne:

    I’m so sorry to hear about your brother’s diagnosis. I understand that treatments at this stage of the disease are typically palliative—focused on relieving symptoms and improving quality of life, rather than curing the illness. I truly hope he’s receiving the best care possible.

    And please know: there’s nothing self-centered about grief—especially the kind that strikes deep in the gut and keeps returning in waves. That kind of news is seismic, and the heartbreak you’re feeling is profoundly human.

    I hear so much love and loyalty in what you wrote. You’re showing up for your brother, despite past wounds, and that speaks volumes about your heart. The way you’re still caring for others—even in 100-degree heat, walking dogs and keeping them safe—that’s resilience in motion.

    You’re not just coping—you’re moving through pain with quiet determination. You’re showing up for your brother. You’re tending to the dogs. You’re managing life alone in a house that feels heavy with memory. Despite her grief, fear, and the sense of being abandoned, you’re still choosing to show up with compassion for others.

    Your care for your brother’s peace—whether or not he holds spiritual beliefs—is deeply tender. Just your steady presence can offer comfort, no beliefs required. Love reaches beyond those lines.

    You are not broken, Sue. You are a woman standing in a storm, doing her best to love and hold steady. And I see that.

    I also wanted to remind you of our conversation on May 11, about Radical Acceptance:

    “Radical Acceptance is about accepting reality AS IS—without resistance… It’s a life philosophy that aims to reduce suffering by embracing life’s challenges without trying to change or deny them… By accepting the reality of a situation, you eliminate your internal struggle against it. This reduction in inner conflict can significantly decrease stress and anxiety… Implementing Radical Acceptance in your daily life is like giving yourself a gift – the gift of peace amidst the chaos.”

    Still worth repeating, I think.

    And also, the Serenity Prayer:

    “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; > the courage to change the things I can, > and the wisdom to know the difference.”-

    This prayer holds meaning even without “God.” I imagine your brother might hear its spirit, if not its exact words.

    Take gentle care of yourself, Suzanne. I’m thinking of you and sending warmth your way.

    With heart, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447092
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    My heart is breaking for the seven Israeli soldiers—19, 20-year-olds—killed in Gaza most recently. They look so young, they could all be my grandchildren. One is laughing in the photo, so youthfully happy. Another looks so… innocent, almost childlike. One, I think, is Ethiopian-Israeli (when I left Israel in 1985, the Ethiopian immigration was very new; this boy wasn’t even born). Another might be the child of Russian immigrants, from that later wave of immigration.

    Seeing their faces in the photos breaks my heart.

    I feel… selfish for being so old, and yet alive—when they were cut off from life, not even a third of my age. I never knew any of them alive. And yet, I’d give my life for them if it meant they could live.

    I just read that Iran arrested 700 Iranians they suspect of spying for Israel. I feel badly for them. I imagine they’re being tortured.

    So much cruelty. So much torture and death.

    Why… I wish not.

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447087
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    Still journaling:

    As for the love of money— It’s been years since I carried any cash. I don’t know how to use a credit or debit card at a register. I haven’t gone clothes shopping in ages. All my clothes are old.

    I live beyond the city limits and do most of my traveling on foot. Just walking. I’m known around here as The Walker. People driving by don’t ask if I need a ride. They know better. They know I’m The Walker.

    Listening to old music, I’m thinking: There is nothing more intense than the thirst for life in someone who’s been thirsty for too long.

    There’s something about youth stifled for too long— It collapses inward. Not dead. Not alive— But the thirst is still there.

    The desire is there. But the youth is gone.

    Except for how I get to feel when I dance in public, after enough red wine— I get to be YOUNG again.

    And right now, right here—on a public forum— I imagine I am not alone. Someone is reading me. Someone is… awakened by something I write.

    Someone is SEEING me.

    It’s all those years, so long ago—living in the dark, unseen.

    The thirst is about being seen—SEE ME.

    SEE ME.

    Me. This person here. Me. Me.

    Me—see me?

    I just looked at the news. Trump insists that Iran’s nuclear capabilities have been completely obliterated, simply because it’s a version that’s convenient to him.

    He’s essentially saying: “I, Trump, OBLITERATED Iranian nuclear capabilities! See how GREAT I AM—greatest of all!”

    A Narcissist in Chief. And his co-narcissist: Netanyahu.

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447086
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    Journaling—something I do in my own threads, just typing out whatever comes to mind:

    There is a gap between the desire to connect with other people and the reality of disconnect—or of connection that doesn’t last.

    My biggest failure-to-connect was with my own mother. Oh, how hard I tried. And for how long.

    I was young and, naturally, able to connect. She was too damaged, too sick to connect.

    Fast forward: I find myself in a world full of damaged people who are unable to connect, at least not for long.

    I was a troubled teenager and young adult. Sick. But with lots of healing work—or perhaps a better word: transformation work—I’m now able to connect. And I’m okay within myself. Gone is the torment-within.

    But still—I’m aware that the world, in large parts, hasn’t healed. Hasn’t transformed.

    The leader of the “free world” is a sick egomaniac.

    It isn’t true, what he says (and what Netanyahu repeats), that the nuclear weapons capabilities of Iran have been destroyed. It’s simply not true. It’s just what both of them—Trump and Netanyahu—say to promote themselves, and no one else. At the expense of the truth.

    Connecting. Trying to connect—in a broken world.

    I keep going back to my mother, myself… because that’s where the origin lies: the desire to connect. The failure to connect. The shock. The betrayal of trust. The resulting decades-long anxiety and depression. (C-PTSD.)

    Betrayal of Trust is a Global Epidemic, says I.

    Acronym: BOTAGE.

    Of course, I don’t trust the Iranian regime (their “Death to Israel!” “Death to America!” chants come to mind).

    And I don’t trust Netanyahu. Nor do I trust Trump.

    I don’t trust the Democratic Party candidates who ran against Trump either—nor all those career politicians who call themselves “public servants” while serving primarily themselves.

    BOTAGE has been going on for too long: politicians bought by major corporations, including the multinational corporations that manufacture and sell weapons systems—which, by definition, profit from war and death.

    “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.” — 1 Timothy 6:10

    “Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence.” — Genesis 6:11

    “Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have.” — Hebrews 13:5

    Those words were written nearly 3,000 years ago.

    Fast forward: VOILÀ. Here we are, Surprise.. not.

    I find comfort in just seeing all this as-is.

    Anita

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    Hi Emma, just thinking of you and hoping you’re doing okay. No pressure to reply—just wanted to say hi and send a little care your way.

    Anita

    in reply to: A hard lesson #447084
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    I hope you are well, Mei, 19 days since your last update..?

    Anita

    in reply to: Relationship Advice #447083
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    How are you, Lunar?

    Anita

    in reply to: My Sister is in Depression #447082
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    How are you, Lady F? And how is your sister?

    Anita

    in reply to: Heartache husband left me #447081
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    Thinking about you, Suzanne, hoping you are well. 🍓

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447079
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    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you for your message. I couldn’t have said it any better myself. Greed does fuel war.

    The global arms trade is a multibillion-dollar industry, and when weapons become commodities— the incentive to maintain peace weakens. The lives lost, the homes destroyed, the futures stolen—those become just the cost of doing business for those at the top.

    It’s deeply unjust. And it’s so easy to feel powerless in the face of it all. But messages like yours remind me that compassion still speaks, still sees, and still matters.

    With appreciation, Anita

    in reply to: Developing Compassion and Self-Compassion #447078
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    Dear Tommy:

    I understand.

    Kindness can feel uncomfortable. Softness can feel risky. It can feel safer to carry guilt, regrets, and pressure inside—and to believe that you’ve done wrong and should forever suffer—because at least then, the pain makes sense. It doesn’t come from nowhere… it’s deserved.

    I get it. You’re not wrong for needing that.

    But if you ever want a quiet place to rest—no judgment, no sweetness overload—just a place to breathe and be soft, if only for a moment… that space still exists. No expectations. Just understanding.

    Wishing you steadiness on your path,

    —Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447075
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    I was mistaken in the above post: the destruction I referred to (four dead, not one, all in an apartment building that was hit by an Iranian ballistic missile) took place an hour and 20 minutes before the scheduled ceasefire (Mon, June 24, 7 am, Israel time).

    But only 12 minutes later (7:12 am, Israel time), Iran sent 15 more ballistic missiles into the north of Israel. And then again, 3.5 hours later, 2 more missiles were sent into Israel. Four hours later (four hours ago), Israel attacked in Northern Iran.

    I want to note that Israel has been targeting Iran’s nuclear infrastructure, ballistic missile capabilities, and scientific personnel directly involved in weapons development. Iran’s missile attacks, however, targe civilian infrastructure: people’s homes (most who live in tall apartment buildings).

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447062
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    Some time BEFORE I submitted the above, the Iranians shot misses into Israel, causing great destruction and the death of one person.. two hours into a supposed cease fire..

    What’s next..?

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447061
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    Supposedly, hopefully, this is one hour into a cease fire between the evil regime of Iran, that which has been calling for “Death to Israel!” and “Death to America!” for forty years-… and the tiniest country in the middle east: Israel.

    It all came about four hours ago.

    Will a cease fire hold by the time I am back to the computer..?

    Anita

    anita
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    Dear Emma:

    Thank you for your lovely messages—and for saying I looked beautiful in the photo! That means so much. You really do glow in yours, and I’m so glad my compliment landed well.

    You asked how I knew that taking up space—both physically and emotionally—has been a struggle for you. I sensed it in the way you talked about yourself with Philip. You wrote things like, “I felt too plump, too manly, too much… I always thought women had to be dainty.”- Those words carry a deep belief that being fully yourself—your size, your feelings, your presence—might somehow be too much. And your height adds another layer, because it makes you visible, even when you don’t want to be. That’s not easy when part of you just wants to stay small, stay safe.

    You also wrote, “I still wonder what would have been the biggest thing why he does not want me anymore.”- I think you’re probably right that the back-and-forth might have made it hard for him to feel emotionally steady. It likely became hard for him to trust the ground under his feet. That doesn’t mean your feelings weren’t valid—it just means both of you were carrying your own fears, and maybe he reached a point where he didn’t know how to keep holding on. And yes, if something were to change, it would have to come from him now.

    As for what I do—I do work, but not for money. I volunteer on a farm where I help care for apple and pear trees, and I do my best to keep blackberry vines from taking over! There’s also a small community space at the farm where people gather to dance, listen to live music, and just be together. I help set up those events—and the photo you saw was taken during one of those dances last year. I was dancing indoors to a rock band, and I’m looking forward to dancing to the same band again this Saturday—this time outside, under the open sky.

    Wishing you a peaceful day, Emma. You’re not too much—you’re just wonderfully and fully here. I’m glad we’re in touch.

    With care, Anita

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