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  • in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447938
    anita
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    SOCJ-

    Gerard, thank you for normalizing my acronym. It is very kind of you to do so.

    I’ve had more red wine today than ever.. shouldn’t make this a habit… not this much!

    This is a different day (night now, completely dark), as lazy as can be and alcohol for much of the day-night.

    Here’s a crazy idea: what if we met: Alessa.. Tee..

    Tee- I would love to meet Tee in real-life. How does Tee look like? Sounds like? Color of her hair? Eyes?

    And Alessa’s? And Peter’s?

    And where is Roberta?

    And people from years past (2021): Valora? Inky???

    And Laven.. she didn’t answer me, dozens of threads- just that one time.

    And most recently, today.. Will Eva ever answer? And Ada- will she answer?

    I wish these forums were more of a Community, more of a Togetherness-

    Expanding our understanding, loosening labels, exploring different perspectives, different angles.. Zooming out and seeing the bigger picture.

    It’s past 11 pm now.

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447937
    anita
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    Dear Gerard:

    That’s such a warm and thoughtful reply from you—thank you for reading my SOCJ with such attentiveness. Your validation of me being a good person is something that’s meaningful to me. Thank you. Truly.

    Your dad’s red wine wisdom made me smile—that’s a line to remember and retell. There’s something charmingly pragmatic in his logic, and I appreciate that you shared it.

    As for the story with my left shoulder: it’s neurological, a long-term tic. There were many tics that preceded it. It’s part of Tourette’s, can’t stop it. I wish I could.

    Thank you again for engaging so sincerely with what I wrote. It means a lot. I hope you’re doing well, and I’d love to hear what reflections have been coming up for you lately.

    🤍Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447934
    anita
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    More SOCJ (Stream of Consciousness Journaling.. before I can, can, can… (after lunch red wine and an usually lazy afternoon):

    Too much red wine (I don’t drink white wine.. not that it matters when it comes to SOCJ.. ha-ha…ha?

    Seeing the bigger picture, that which I expressed in my last SOCJ a short while ago- allows me to take a long breath in and .. Exhale-

    Still the tic, the one in my left shoulder, it won’t leave me alone- the more than half a century of neurological damage, that which I can not dissolve.. it’s simply not a matter of a human choice. It was done and cannot be undone.

    I can hope for reduction of frequency and intensity-

    And yet, there’s a place to exhale.

    The bigger picture, seeing it all- or more of it all than I ever did- is.. Transformation.. getting closer to the blank canvas, closer to God, to the Sacred (Peter..)

    And all in all, turns out I am a good person after all.. turns out I like myself. After all the decades-long shame and guilt.. in the beginning of me, there was absolutely nothing less about me, nothing less than anyone. I was just as worthy as anyone, just as good, just as loving.. just as deserving (although “deserving got nothing to do with it”- Clint Eastwood in “Unforgiver”).

    Yes. me.. anita, Anita- no, no.. nothing wrong with me at the beginning.

    A good, loving little girl.

    This IS who I am, who I always was underneath it all. And I believe it, I reclaim it.

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447933
    anita
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    I wholeheartedly agree, and it’s a real problem these days: labels applied to normal human idiosyncrasies..(nothing is allowed to be.. just that: normal..?)

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447927
    anita
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    Stream of Consciousness Journaling, whatever comes to mind:

    I used to be so very sensitive to any bit criticism, real or imagined- it all felt like too much. Almost anything felt like someone was pointing a shaming finger at me. And I have no doubt- that’s how my mother felt in regard to me.. as if I was pointing a shaming finger at her.

    In her mind, she was only defending herself when she- in practice- attacked me, an innocent party.. at least at the start.

    Evil (attacking the innocent) understood- does it dissolve the evilness?

    On the part of the innocent victim it does not because of the Impact. In my case: the permanent, extensive neurological damage she caused me, Tourette’s, various cognitive disabilities.. and so much suffering.

    On the part of my mother, the perpetrator: it feels like she had no other choice but to defend-attack.

    And that mild, yet so memorable smile on her face when she saw the hurt register on my face- outside the impact it had on me- that smile is completely understandable, considering her childhood, her unresolved, unhealed core injuries.

    Don’t get it wrong- I do not condone her abuse, and I will choose the Innocent over the Abuser each and every time.

    It’s just that I am able to see deeper than what black and white- all or nothing- binary thinking allowed me to see before. I can see the bigger, nuanced picture.

    And at the same time stand against abuse of any kind!

    Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447922
    anita
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    Good Morning, Gerard! (still morning here):

    Thank you for reading my stream-of-consciousness journaling with such care. I appreciate your sentiment and the reference to Stephen Covey—it’s a thoughtful reminder about how language and labels can shape how we see ourselves.

    At the same time, for me, naming my diagnoses has been a part of how I find help and direction. Responsible clinicians use these names not to reduce someone, but to guide treatment that fits what the person is actually experiencing. It’s not always easy, but having words for what’s happening gives me access to tools and approaches that have been studied and refined—ways to move forward, even when things feel tangled.

    I guess both truths can live side by side: naming can feel heavy sometimes, but it can also open doors. Thank you again for reflecting with me—I value your presence and thoughtfulness.

    In regard to your second post from yesterday: seeing those photos must have stirred something deep—a beautiful reminder that even moments from long ago can leave a lasting imprint.

    Her gesture of recreating those scenes says so much. It’s clear that what you offered her 15 years ago wasn’t just a trip, but something meaningful and memorable. I’m so glad you plan to write to her—acknowledging her and that shared history feels just right, and I imagine it would mean a lot to her too.

    It’s lovely how your care lives on in subtle, quiet ways. That’s a legacy of kindness that sticks around longer than we often realize.

    Warmly, Anita

    in reply to: Painfully lost and stuck in my ways #447921
    anita
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    Dear S:

    I hear you. What you wrote sounds heavy and tangled, like you’ve been trying so hard for so long and just keep running into walls.

    It seems like you’re hurting—not just from what’s happening now, but from how many things have gone wrong over time. I can feel the stress, the loneliness, the pressure to figure everything out. I don’t want to assume too much, but it sounds like you’ve been stuck in survival mode and don’t know what else to try.

    If you feel up to it, I’d like to understand better. What do you wish people would really get about what you’re going through? Even just a few clearer thoughts could help me be here with you more closely. No need to explain everything. Just a little at a time is okay.

    With care, Anita

    in reply to: Having attachment issues and letting go issues #447920
    anita
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    Dear Eva:

    What you’re feeling now (or 9 hours ago) is the weight of emotional neglect, confusion, and the exhausting strain of trying to be enough for someone who couldn’t meet you halfway. With deeper clarity and growing compassion for yourself, I truly believe peace will find its way to you.

    My best understanding is that the two of you had:

    1. Different Attachment Styles- You seem to have an anxious attachment style—you seek closeness, reassurance, and emotional depth. He shows signs of avoidant attachment—he withdraws from intimacy, avoids emotional openness, and keeps connection at a distance, even after years.

    This creates a push-pull dynamic: you reach for connection, he pulls away, which makes you reach harder—and leads to more pain.

    2. Different Levels of Emotional Intelligence (EQ)- You express your feelings clearly, strive for communication, and feel with depth—that reflects high emotional awareness and empathy. He struggles to empathize, rarely opens up, avoids hard conversations, and doesn’t acknowledge your pain. That reflects low EQ.

    He may rationalize his choices, but he lacks insight into how his behavior affects others.

    3. Different Behavioral Patterns- You compromise, adapt, and try every possible approach—kindness, patience, assertiveness. You bend, even when it hurts. He avoids conflict, hides the relationship, deflects blame, and shuts you down. He gaslights and shifts responsibility away from himself.

    His pattern suggests emotional detachment and a power imbalance: he controls the narrative, while you absorb the impact.

    4. Different Goals in the Relationship- You wanted emotional connection, public acknowledgment, mutual respect, healing, and a future. He wanted comfort on his own terms, connection hidden from view, and freedom from social judgment.

    You both may have felt “love,” but you were seeking different kinds of love—and operating from very different emotional worlds.

    As for your questions, here’s what I see:

    “How can someone be so dehuman and do what he wants even though I say it hurts?”- He may be emotionally blocked. That doesn’t mean he lacks feeling—it means he struggles to access or process emotions in healthy ways. Perhaps when he was a child, his vulnerability was met with shame or rejection. In response, he built emotional armor—and still hides behind it.

    This distance from his own emotions makes even simple intimacy feel unsafe to him: “He… never wants to hug or kiss in public because he sees it as ‘cringey’.”

    The ego is our inner sense of self—how we see ourselves, and how we want to be seen. When toxic shame infects the ego, it becomes fragile. A deeply fragile ego can’t distinguish between “I did something wrong” and “I am something wrong.” So it defends itself at all costs. To protect itself, it builds defenses: withdrawal, denial, blame: “He’s always been emotionally unavailable… Every time, he finds a way to twist it so that I’m the problem. He’s never once apologized. Never taken responsibility. Just blames me for my reactions to his actions.”

    Vulnerability is the openness to being emotionally exposed—it’s the willingness to show our true thoughts, feelings, and needs. It’s the doorway to intimacy, trust, healing, and authentic relationships. But when vulnerability—at an early age—is repeatedly shamed or harshly criticized, it creates a severe emotional injury, a core wound. And over time, a person builds emotional scar tissue around that wound, blocking vulnerability from ever being exposed again.

    This emotional scar tissue becomes a defense mechanism. It might look like emotional detachment, perfectionism, people-pleasing, over-control, shifting blame, or never accepting responsibility for hurting another person—but underneath is a deeply guarded part of the self that fears being seen and hurt again.

    Within the relationship—when you cried, sought affection, or expressed pain—you weren’t just exposing your own vulnerability, you were activating his. And his reaction was to push it (and you) away.

    You weren’t wrong for showing up emotionally. In fact, every time you allowed yourself to be seen in your sadness or longing, it was an act of courage. Vulnerability, in that sense, is strength—the strength to risk connection, even when the response is uncertain. That’s a strength he didn’t possess, or didn’t know how to access. And in his world, defending against discomfort took priority over opening to intimacy.

    “How can someone claim they love you, yet be so emotionally blind to your pain?”- He may have loved you in the way he was capable—but shame, in his world, may be more powerful than love.

    “Who will he be with next?”- Even if he’s with someone else, he still carries the same emotional limitations. That pain you felt in the relationship came from his unhealed shame, not from anything lacking in you. Whoever comes next will likely meet the same guarded heart—until he chooses to face it.

    “Will he treat the next girl better?”- Maybe. But if he does, it won’t be because she’s better or more deserving. It’ll only happen if he feels safer, less exposed, or chooses to grow. And if he doesn’t confront the toxic shame beneath his ego, the same patterns will repeat.

    “Why does it feel like I was never enough?”- Because you kept giving love to someone who couldn’t fully receive it. His fragile ego, shaped by deep shame, made it hard for him to accept closeness without feeling threatened.

    “How can someone switch in a day with such bad behavior?”- He didn’t switch in a day. Emotionally blocked people often begin leaving internally long before they say goodbye. When the breakup came, it felt sudden—but in his mind, he was simply following the escape route he’d been building.

    “Why didn’t anything I say matter?”- Because he wasn’t ready to hear it—not because it wasn’t true. Your words held weight, tenderness, and truth. But when someone carries toxic shame, even gentle feedback feels like an attack. Instead of responding, he defended. Instead of listening, he rewrote your pain as paranoia or drama. It mattered—you just spoke to a heart that wasn’t ready to be open.

    “Why did he never apologize?”- Because apology requires emotional humility. To say “I’m sorry”—and mean it—would take coming in contact with that core wound within him. And that would be too painful for him.

    “Why did he keep acting like I’m the problem?”- Because blaming you was easier than facing himself. He needed a target for his discomfort—and you became that target. Shifting blame was how he kept his fragile self intact.

    Eva, none of this means you were unlovable. It means you loved someone whose emotional world was too guarded, too wounded, too locked down to receive it. That’s heartbreaking—but it’s also clarifying. You didn’t fail. You felt. You reached. You tried. And now, you get to heal.

    I’d love to hear your thoughts, Eva—what resonated, what didn’t, or what you still carry unanswered. I’m here.

    With care, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447914
    anita
    Participant

    No requirements for a stream of consciousness journaling.. says I.

    I’ll apply morning-focus Friday morning.

    But for now, Thurs night, completely dark, red wine- an unfocused journaling:

    ..What? What? Nothing comes to mind.

    But something will.

    Fleetwood Mac in the background.

    What comes to mind..?

    L.I.F.E comes to mind: P.A.S.S.I.O.N for life.

    Life moves through me.

    Feels like a desire to.. conquer life, to fully live before dying.

    … See me dancing in that photo?

    That’s me.. me inviting YOU to dance with me

    Dance with me, Sing with me..

    When you’ve known death-while-not yet dead- for way too long-

    A passion inside- a passion to BE, to BELONG, to DANCE.. to CELEBRATE the little that’s left.

    There’s this spike of Life- Passion.. right before the cessation of life.

    Don’t ever be fooled by the face of an old person.. you never know how much passion is in that old heart.

    And how much death in a young person’s heart.

    Let us be kind to each other, young and old.

    Young or old is a matter of nothing but timing…

    Elvis Persely (YouTube): “Yesterday when I was young… So many happy songs were waiting to be sung”-

    The songs waiting to be sung.. I will dance them away this very Saturday night.. Best times ever, under the sky, a live band, local.

    Closing, Thurs nigh, 10:30 pm.. D.A.R.K.

    Anita

    in reply to: Painfully lost and stuck in my ways #447913
    anita
    Participant

    Good to read back from you, S! I will reply further tomorrow morning (it’s Thurs eve here)

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447911
    anita
    Participant

    * Better I reply in the morning, not focused now 😊

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447904
    anita
    Participant

    Thank you for the replies, Gerald! I’ll reply further when I am back to the computer at the end of the day.

    🤍Anita

    in reply to: Having attachment issues and letting go issues #447901
    anita
    Participant

    Hi Eva:

    I just want you to know—what you’re feeling makes complete sense. You gave so much in this relationship, and what you received back was confusing, hurtful, and unbalanced. But.. thing is, none of his behavior was a reflection of your worth. Not his emotional distance. Not his avoidance. Not the withholding, the gaslighting, or the lack of care when you were crying. That’s not about you being “not enough.” That’s about him not being emotionally equipped.

    These behaviors likely existed long before you ever met him. They weren’t created in reaction to your love—they were already part of how he moved through life, how he coped (or didn’t) with intimacy, vulnerability, and responsibility. You simply stood close enough to feel the impact.

    You tried everything. You were patient, expressive, brave. You even softened yourself to match the absence in him. That kind of emotional labor deserves recognition—not regret. And it’s not proof that you failed. It’s proof that you gave someone more than they could hold.

    So the heartbreak now isn’t just about losing him. It’s about breaking free from the illusion that if only you had done more, he would have finally chosen you fully. But he couldn’t. Because he didn’t know how—not with you, not with anyone.

    Please don’t confuse his limitations with your value.

    Healing begins when we stop chasing validation from someone who couldn’t even see us—and start asking: Why did I stay so long in a place that kept asking me to shrink?

    Your worth is intact. It’s whole. It’s waiting to be seen by someone capable—not just of loving, but of honoring love when it’s offered.

    With care, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447900
    anita
    Participant

    Hi Gerard 🙂

    Thank you for sharing this—it reads like a heartfelt reflection, and I admire how thoughtful you are in considering not just your own feelings, but the feelings of your guests. Your empathy shines through.

    It seems that your care for others—the desire to make people feel welcome and valued—is at the core of your discomfort. You gave generously years ago, and likely hoped that same spirit would continue now. Watching your daughter act more distantly feels out of sync with that legacy, and it’s natural you’d feel disappointed, maybe even confused.

    I also sense that part of what’s bothering you is not just the visitors’ experience, but your own: feeling constrained, unable to express your full hospitality because of your daughter’s boundaries. You want to make it right, and yet you’re being asked to step back.

    It’s wise of you to acknowledge that there may be dynamics you don’t fully see. People change, relationships evolve, and what might seem cold from the outside could reflect personal shifts, emotional distance, or even boundaries your daughter feels she needs to hold.

    What stands out to me most is your compassion—the way you place yourself in the shoes of others, even when it stings. That’s not something to roll past, but to honor. You feel deeply. And yes, sometimes imagined disappointment is still real for the person imagining it.

    Maybe the kindest path forward is to trust that you did offer warmth, and to let your daughter guide the rest. Sometimes loving someone means respecting the shape of their boundaries—even when they feel unlike our own.

    Sending you understanding and encouragement. It’s clear your heart’s in the right place.

    Warmly, Anita

    in reply to: What will my life be now? #447897
    anita
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    How are you, Nichole?

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