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anita
ParticipantDear Omyk:
I wanted to reach out again today with a new perspective on fear—one that may help in navigating its presence. Instead of resisting fear, what if you befriended it? Fear, at its core, is trying to protect you from some perceived danger, whether physical or emotional. Even when it feels overwhelming, it is rooted in a deep instinct to keep you safe.
Emotional pain itself can feel like danger, and often, we fear the weight of emotions more than the reality of the situation. But if you take a moment to gently explore what danger your fear is perceiving, you might find a way to acknowledge fear without letting it control you. Fear is not the enemy—it is a signal. What might it be telling you?
I also wanted to share The Serenity Prayer, which has helped many face uncertainty: “Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.”
Fear often arises from what we cannot control, but this prayer offers a way to shift our energy—toward acceptance, toward courage, and toward clarity. Sending you thoughts of courage and understanding. 🔥💙
anita
May 3, 2025 at 6:00 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445332anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for your continued support and for sharing so openly—I truly appreciate the depth of thought and self-awareness in your words. I hear the quiet strength in your acceptance of the past, and I recognize how exhausting it can be to fight circumstances beyond our control.
I deeply relate to what you said about vulnerability being painful. Emotional guarding can feel like self-protection, yet, at the same time, it can keep us distant from the connections we crave.
These two sentences from your post—both to Peter and to me—really resonated with me: “I’m largely motivated by necessity. Most of the decisions in my life have been circumstantial. It makes me wonder what my nature actually is… I do just go with the flow because I have never really had the energy for anything else.”-
Much of my life’s decisions were also shaped by circumstances and my perceptions of them. For a long time, I felt like a ship tossed by a stormy sea, carried wherever the waves dictated. Only recently have I started discovering identity and agency, and it’s been an eye-opening journey.
Alessa, when you wonder about your true nature, I hear a quiet longing to understand yourself beyond the circumstances imposed upon you. I also hear exhaustion in your words, but even in going with the flow, there is a part of you that questions, that wonders. Perhaps that curiosity is a doorway—an invitation to explore, even in small ways, the parts of yourself that exist outside of circumstance.
Regarding my mother’s relationship with my father: they divorced when I was about six. The only memory I have of him living at home was of a terrible fight—yelling, suicide threats, her running out of the apartment, and me crying loudly. In response, my father took a belt and hit me to quiet me down. And that’s all I remember of their relationship as husband and wife.
Your empathy is so evident, Alessa—both in how you acknowledge trauma responses and in how you understand my emotional journey. That means a great deal to me. I hope you know that even if you prefer emotional guarding, your words carry warmth and depth that show genuine care. Thank you for that. 🫂
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ParticipantWishing you Courage in the face of fear, Omyk. This is what I wish for myself whenever I am afraid 🔥
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ParticipantYou are very welcome, Laven! I will read and reply tomorrow morning.
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ParticipantDear Peter: I will reply tomorrow, have a 💙 😊 weekend.
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ParticipantHow is your health, Zenith? And how is parenting going? (I will soon be leaving for the day and be back to the computer Sat morning).
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ParticipantThinking of you, Laven, and reflecting on how truly exceptional you are. I hope that even a little of my admiration for you reaches you, so you can feel it too.
anita
May 2, 2025 at 9:24 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445318anita
ParticipantI feel good, unchained. No longer tethered to the past. No longer suffocated by it. No longer trapped in it. And interestingly, at the same time, I feel more connected to me, to the girl I was, the girl I still am.
Interestingly- because all along, detaching from my past left me trapped in it, not really living for the most part, only surviving.
I left little girl-me far behind, proceeding toward an existence of repressed and suppressed emotions, anxiety and depression- all the result of leaving her behind, alone and lonely.
I take her with me now, on this sunny bright morning, joy in my heart. She is not alone. She is not lonely anymore.
anita
anita
ParticipantDear Peter:
I want to start by saying that I love analyzing—I’m a big fan of it! I understand that everyone analyzes, and the only way to avoid it entirely would be to be brain dead. However, analyzing can sometimes become problematic if it comes at the expense of emotional awareness and expression—if it serves to suppress emotions rather than engage with them.
Reflecting on past conversations, I know you didn’t seem to mind when I revisited your earlier posts—in fact, I sensed that you even liked it. I certainly do! So, on this May 2 morning, I found myself wondering whether you had posted on this very day in previous years. It turns out that yes—you did! I found a post from May 2, 2023 (page 11).
Your writing on that day reveals how you tend to intellectualize emotions, meaning you often frame them in abstract or philosophical terms rather than expressing them directly. Instead of openly stating your personal struggles, you analyze happiness as a concept, reflect on it theoretically, and maintain distance from emotional exposure. Some examples from that post include: “Happiness, one of those words with so many associations, something we so badly want to grasp and cling to, where the grasping and clink transforms it into something else… usually not happiness.”-
Instead of saying something like “I struggled with happiness, trying to hold onto it, only to lose it,” you examine the idea of happiness in a detached, intellectual way.
“We are complex simple creatures. Of course all these notions are stories, perhaps at some level illusions of our own creation.”-
Rather than expressing a personal emotional struggle, you frame emotions as “stories” and “illusions,” which distances you from vulnerability.
“I want to be happy… but what if I’m happiest when I’m unhappy?”-
This is introspective, but instead of saying something like, “I often feel like I sabotage my happiness and I don’t know why,” you turn it into a broader philosophical question, creating a barrier between personal experience and deep emotional honesty.
While your writing has depth and thoughtfulness, the way you engage with emotions suggests a level of emotional suppression through intellectualization—turning feelings into concepts rather than fully immersing yourself in them. That being said, intellectualization can be a healthy way of processing emotions. It doesn’t necessarily mean avoidance; rather, it reflects your analytical approach to navigating emotions.
Revisiting your first thread: “Do We Change” (Oct 5, 2016)- Similarly, in your original post in this thread, instead of directly engaging with emotions, you explore change through abstract concepts—questioning fate, cognition, and self-transformation. Here are some notable patterns:
* Framing personal struggles as general theories- Instead of expressing how change feels on an emotional level, you analyze it structurally—how it happens “slowly and then all at once,” or how early childhood shapes perception. This creates distance from the raw emotional reality of change.
* Detachment through language- Your shift toward “stretching” rather than “changing” suggests a level of resignation—as though you’re explaining why transformation isn’t possible rather than emotionally grappling with it.
* The Observer vs. The Experiencer- Your concept of “observing the observer” hints at a split between your intellectual self and emotional self, where emotions remain unseen beneath the analytical lens.
* Fate vs. Free Will Debate- Your reference to “Nurture and Nature = Fate” suggests frustration or pain, hidden in philosophical analysis rather than direct emotional expression.
* The lack of emotional words- Despite deep reflection, your post lacks expressions of pain, excitement, frustration, or hope—everything is framed in concepts and cognitive processing.
If I understood then what I understand now, I would have asked you back then: “How does it feel to realize change doesn’t fundamentally alter your inner experience?”, “Do you ever wish you could truly change rather than stretch?”, “Does this realization bring relief, or does it bring sadness?”
Opening space for emotion rather than analysis might have allowed for deeper engagement with the personal impact of change. But of course, being as analytical and emotionally suppressed as I was back the did not allow for a deeper, emotional engagement with you.
Interestingly, you also posted on May 2 the following year, in 2024—this time in response to a thread titled “Why pursue meaning in life?” (page 9).
The day before, May 1, you posted a deeply intellectualized response to me: “Anita…Something I discovered during the contemplation of the problem of opposites (duality). That the go-to metaphor for nonduality is that of the coin…”
Knowing it would take me time to process, I replied: “Dear Peter: There is only one way for me to absorb the content of your posts, and that’s in a meditative/stillness state of mind, which I expect to take place by tomorrow. Thank you for posting again!”
Then, on May 2, 2024, you responded in a very different tone—playful, humorous, and emotionally open: “Anita LOL – I know I can be… odd 🙂 It took me decades to discover that teachings are not meant to be believed but experienced. (I am very much of the ‘head’ type)”
This breaks away from your usual intellectualized tone, instead introducing warmth, humor, and self-awareness. Your response felt candid and emotionally expressive, mirroring the lighthearted energy of my reply. Instead of abstract reasoning, you made space for humor and self-awareness, showing an openness to engaging with emotions in a more relaxed way.
I should have responded with gentle emotional reflection, such as: “That’s a profound shift—from belief to experience. Did something in particular bring about that realization?”, “I like that you own being a ‘head’ type—it’s an incredible way of navigating ideas. But does it ever make you feel disconnected from your emotions?”
Instead, I responded on the same day with a long analytical post, to which you replied the next day (May 3, 2024) with a single-line response: “Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Anita!”-
And after diving into all this analysis, I have to wonder—was my May 2, 2024 post exhausting even for you, Peter? If so, I may have achieved the impossible: tiring out even a heavy-duty analyzer like yourself 🙂! But hey, at least we stretched our thinking, if not entirely changed!
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ParticipantDear Peter: I am about to post to you next in your own thread “Old Journal- things that pierce the human heart”.
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ParticipantYou are very welcome, Omyk, and thank you for being here!
anita
May 1, 2025 at 8:42 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445297anita
ParticipantMore, because it feels so good: No more chains, no more weight, no whispered doubt to hesitate… The breath I lost, I now reclaim, a fire untamed, a roaring flame. My voice is mine, my steps are free, no shadowed past can silence me.
I do not ask, I do not wait, I rise, I stand, I liberate. The world is vast, and so am I— no ceiling left, just open sky 💙
anita
May 1, 2025 at 8:13 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445296anita
ParticipantThis is it, my goodness- I have me back!
The Return:
I buried pieces deep within, silent echoes locked inside, the weight of words unspoken, pressed against my ribs, denied.
But today, the walls have crumbled, the quiet breath has turned to sound, what once was hushed now rises, raw and fierce, no longer bound.
I welcome back the lost, the hidden, the tremble of truth I tucked away, no longer drowning in repression— I speak, I stand, I let it stay.
And in this voice, I find myself, the one I was, the one I am, not broken, not forgotten— but whole again, unbound, un-damned.
anita
May 1, 2025 at 8:03 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445295anita
ParticipantI am so happy just to have me back, to have the repressed me back! Who I am is and always have been my Emotions, and having them Expressed is my victory in this fascinated healing process. I feel my 2-D form take a 3rd dimension, take in air and space and BE me. What a difference this is making.. to just be me, 3-D.
anita
May 1, 2025 at 7:09 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445294anita
ParticipantContinued- “the raw, intense, fire-like need for my mother.”- and the lack of reciprocation of this need. I only imagined all these years that she needed me. I didn’t know that.. I was all alone in this need. It was only me. The feeling was not mutual. There she was- Everything, in my mind; there I was- Nothing much, in her mind.
Unreciprocated love. I don’t blame her and I don’t feel angry at her, at this point.
It’s just the illusion on my part that I want to .. get over, the illusion that somehow I meant, or could have meant- Something to her, something more than.. well, nothing much.
I am here to grieve this reality. She meant SO MUCH to me; I meant- as a person- so very, very little to her.
Like I said, I am not angry at her. I understand how much she suffered, how incapable she was- through no fault of her own- to be there for me.
I want to grieve this reality so to let go of this old, old, old, futile lingering hope that someday, over the rainbow, she will value me.
She can’t. Not her fault. Incapable.
Yet, her incapability does not mean that I meant nothing, that I was unworthy, that I was terribly, oh so terribly faulty, lacking, far from being close to anything like.. good-enough.
Truth is I am- and always have been- good enough, always a person of worth, no less than any other person.
This means I trust myself now, trust myself to be worthy of others’ trust and my own.
anita
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