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anita
ParticipantDear Omyk: I am looking forward to read and reply to your post Tues morning (it’s Mon night here).
anita
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ParticipantDear Tom:
I hear you. That sounds really tough, and I’m sorry you’re going through it. Sometimes, everything builds up, and emotions come out when we least expect them. It’s completely understandable, especially with everything you’ve been dealing with at work and in therapy.
If you ever need to talk—or even just jot things down again—I’m here to listen. I hope your work trip goes as smoothly as possible, and that you can take a moment for yourself when you get the chance.
Here’s a poem just for you, Tom:
When the weight feels too heavy, when the road feels too long,
Know that you are stronger than the storm you’re walking on.
The tears that fell this morning, the ache you tried to hide,
Are not a sign of weakness, but the heart that beats inside.So take this day as gently as you possibly can,
You are not alone—you are held by steady hands.
Even in the chaos, even in the strain,
There is room for hope, and space to heal the pain.anita
anita
ParticipantDear Omyk:
Welcome back to the forums! From what you’ve shared across your various threads, it’s clear that you’ve been searching for meaningful relationships—true companionship, whether through deep friendships or romantic connections—but have struggled to find and sustain them in the way you desire.
Your self-reflection raises important questions about why this has been challenging, and while there’s no single answer, here are a few possibilities to consider:
* The weight of grief & life experience – Losing your wife, along with your parents years earlier, has given you a profound emotional depth. Because of this, your approach to relationships is likely thoughtful, introspective, and deeply personal. However, not everyone may be equipped or willing to engage at that same level. Some might struggle to connect with the emotional intensity of your experiences.
* High standards for connection – You’re not searching for casual friendships or surface-level relationships—you want deep, meaningful bonds built on mutual yearning. That level of emotional intensity is rare and takes time to cultivate.
* Mixed signals in dating – You’ve expressed a desire for companionship but also hesitated in your approach to dating, sometimes expressing interest and engagement, but at other times pulling back or hesitating. These pauses may make it difficult for potential partners to gauge where you truly stand.
* Lifestyle & priorities – Between single parenting, ministry, full-time work, and personal growth, your responsibilities leave limited time and energy for relationship-building.
* Social & cultural factors – You’ve noted that loneliness is widespread, suggesting that your challenge isn’t just personal—it’s part of a larger societal issue where genuine connection is harder to find.
* Internal conflict between love & independence – You’ve voiced both a longing for companionship and a sense of relief in being single. If that tension remains unresolved, it might create hesitancy in forming deeper bonds.
None of this means you’ve “failed”—it simply means that profound relationships take time, the right circumstances, and people who are equally ready for them. You are clearly thoughtful, intentional, and willing to continue seeking connection, and that alone makes you open to receiving meaningful relationships in ways you might not yet expect.
I’d love to hear your thoughts about the above 🙂
anita
anita
ParticipantHow are you, Lucidity?
anita
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ParticipantDear 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
April 27, 2025 at 8:50 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445173anita
ParticipantBeing 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
April 27, 2025 at 8:32 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445172anita
ParticipantMore: 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
April 27, 2025 at 8:19 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445171anita
ParticipantMore: 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
April 27, 2025 at 8:10 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445170anita
ParticipantMore 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
anita
ParticipantDear S: I am looking forward to read and reply to you Mon morning (it’s Sun evening here).
anita
April 27, 2025 at 9:28 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445164anita
ParticipantDear 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
April 26, 2025 at 10:21 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445152anita
ParticipantYou 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
April 26, 2025 at 9:29 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445150anita
ParticipantI 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
April 26, 2025 at 12:38 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445149anita
ParticipantTrigger 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
April 26, 2025 at 10:39 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445148anita
ParticipantDear 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
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