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  • in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447457
    anita
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    Dear Alessa:

    “Perhaps it felt incredibly isolating and added a further sense of despair, feeling like nobody cared about what you were going through?”- Yes—incredibly isolating. It felt like what was happening to me wasn’t valid. As if I existed outside the realm of humanity—trapped in some alternate reality where I stood utterly alone. Not like others… something different, something that didn’t and shouldn’t belong, not a person like other persons. Not someone, or something of value.

    “How could she have the gall to hurt an innocent child and lie to you, blaming you for it?!? She is a coward, bullying a child that cannot protect herself or escape.”- If only someone had said those words aloud back then, in her presence. Then there would’ve been someone on my side. Someone to say: Anita matters. She is a person of value. No less than anyone else.

    “Selfish! Coward! Bully! Don’t harm a hair on Anita’s head. Don’t say a mean word to her.”- Tears in my eyes reading that. If only someone had said it… no one did. Not even close.

    “Please let me know if any of this makes you feel uncomfortable. I wouldn’t wish to make you feel that way.”- I chuckled softly at the thought of my mother ever saying such a thing. That my feelings might actually matter? That they’d even be considered? No—at best, they were dismissed entirely. And at worst, she wanted me to feel badly and took satisfaction in watching me suffer.

    Thank you, Alessa—truly. Your words offered something I didn’t even know I’d been waiting to hear. They stood beside the version of me who had no protector and whispered, “You deserved love, care, and safety.”

    For that, I am profoundly grateful.

    With warmth, Anita

    in reply to: Strong desire to fall in love again #447456
    anita
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    Dear Tea:

    Thank you for sharing all of that—it was brave and beautifully honest. I really hear the mix of longing and confusion, and I want to start by saying: there’s nothing wrong with you. Not for wanting love. Not for wondering how or where it could happen. Not for questioning whether you’re compatible with men just because your social world leans heavily toward women.

    You’re not incompatible with men; you’re just moving through spaces where emotional depth is more commonly found among women. That doesn’t mean it can’t exist elsewhere. It does.

    You don’t need to adopt “masculine” interests unless you’re truly curious about them. Trying things like outdoor volunteering, mixed-gender workshops, or travel experiences could open new doors—but only if they feel authentic to you.

    It’s not about changing who you are. It’s about placing yourself where connection has room to grow. You already carry everything love requires—depth, courage, and emotional presence.

    I’m here if you want to explore next steps together.

    Warmly, Anita

    anita
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    Continued: You were emotionally present. She wasn’t. And that’s not a reflection of your worth—it’s a reflection of her limits.

    If I may share something from my own experience: that truth echoes profoundly in my relationship with my mother. I was—oh, so deeply—emotionally present for her, constantly yearning for connection, offering more than my share. But she wasn’t emotionally present for me at all. For much of my life, I internalized her absence as evidence that I was unworthy of love. I carried that belief like a quiet burden.

    But it wasn’t true. Her emotional absence and rejection weren’t about me. They were a reflection of her limits—of what she couldn’t hold, couldn’t offer—not of what I lacked.

    You, too, offered presence. And it was beautiful. Her inability to meet you in that space doesn’t diminish what you brought. It simply reveals the difference between capacity and desire. She may have desired connection, but lacked the emotional capacity to stand in it. That’s on her—not you.

    It’s amazing, isn’t it, Ty? How those who most crave love are often the ones who reject it the hardest. Their wounds whisper, “Don’t trust this—love will leave you exposed.” So when real care arrives—quiet, steady, and without demands—it disrupts everything. It shakes the scaffolding they built to survive.

    Instead of leaning in, they retreat. Not because love is wrong—but because it’s too close to what they’ve been taught to fear. And the tragedy is, their longing doesn’t disappear. It remains, just beneath the surface of the push-away: a heart still aching to be held, if only it could trust it wouldn’t be hurt.

    T.R.U.S.T—just five letters, yet somehow it holds the whole world. It’s the defining crisis of our time: distrust.

    How can there be love without trust?

    As I said before, Ty—this wasn’t your fault. And there’s nothing you could’ve done to rewrite the stories and scars that shaped her long before she met you.

    You shared: “We had strong emotional chemistry and later spent meaningful time together in New York and grew into a relationship.”- That was before distrust resurfaced in her. What you shared was a quiet stillness in the storm—a fleeting reprieve, tender and beautiful… but brief.

    I’d love to hear what this brings up for you, Ty—whether it’s clarity, contradiction, or just a breath of space. Feel free to share whatever you feel moved to. I’m here, and I’m listening.

    Warmly, Anita

    anita
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    Dear Ty:

    You showed up for her in such a wholehearted way—traveling across the world, spending a lot of money so to be there for her, holding space, staying grounded even when things felt cold and confusing. That’s not easy, and the fact that you responded with care instead of resentment speaks volumes about your strength and emotional integrity.

    It’s completely understandable that you feel stunned by how things unfolded. You were emotionally present through it all, and what you received in return was silence, distance, and a rewriting of the connection you’d both built. That’s not just hard—it’s disorienting. And I want to say clearly: it wasn’t your fault.

    From what you’ve shared, your ex might’ve been navigating something far more intense than she could express. Two back-to-back egg retrievals (so I read) can deeply affect someone—hormonally, physically, and emotionally. There are real shifts that can happen post-procedure: mood swings, emotional detachment, even symptoms that resemble a mild postpartum crash. It can leave people feeling overwhelmed, confused, and emotionally numb, especially when there’s no support system to help them process.

    Add to that the layers of her professional life—and what you sensed beneath it. For some, the BDSM industry offers empowerment and self-expression. For others, especially those with unresolved trauma, it can become a shield or even a reenactment of emotional patterns they haven’t yet faced. If someone’s used those roles as a form of emotional protection, being seen in real intimacy can feel threatening. That might explain why she suddenly pushed you away—why the roles seemed to return, and vulnerability disappeared.

    None of this excuses how she treated you, but it does offer a way to understand it. You became a mirror—and sometimes, when someone isn’t ready to face what’s reflected, they shut it down. Not because you did something wrong, but because being truly seen is terrifying when someone hasn’t learned how to sit with that kind of tenderness.

    You can’t heal what she won’t name. But you did your part, with grace. You stayed grounded, stayed kind, and kept showing up—not as a savior, but as someone willing to witness the truth. That’s rare. And incredibly brave.

    Warmly, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447435
    anita
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    Dear Alessa:

    Your message left me speechless—in the best way. I copied the whole thing for safekeeping, word for word. I want to frame it and hang it on the wall. Truly, it’s the most beautiful and validating message I’ve ever received on tiny buddha. The way you saw me, stood beside me, and spoke the truth so fiercely—it felt like something in me finally exhaled.

    I’ll be meditating on your words here in my thread sometime soon, while doing my stream-of-consciousness journaling. Your care created a space that feels safe enough to process, to reflect, to heal. That’s no small thing.

    Thank you for showing up with such bold compassion. I hold your message close, and I’m so grateful to you. ❤️

    Anita

    anita
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    Hey Alecsee, nerves are totally normal—especially when something matters this much to you. It’s okay if your notes feel messy right now. You don’t have to organize everything; just focus on what’s most important to share.

    Here’s a simple way to structure it:

    Start with one truth: Why you’re choosing to talk to her now—what shifted, or what’s been on your heart.

    Pick 2–3 core points you want her to hear. Think of these like guideposts, not a script. What do you hope she understands by the end of the conversation?

    Keep one grounding phrase ready—something you can say if emotions get high or you lose your train of thought. It could be as simple as “This is hard for me to say, but it matters.”

    You could even jot these on a small card or note on your phone. Not to read from, but just to help you stay connected to your intention.

    It’s okay to be nervous. It just means this is real for you—and that’s what will come through the most.

    With care, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447417
    anita
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    I just lost a LONG journaling post (10 pm, Tuesday night, dark, no sound of birds).

    I talked about the terrible loneliness, the isolation without and the isolation within.. isolation for so very long, an ETERNITY, so it felt.. for so very, very, very long..

    The unrelenting loneliness, day in, day out; night after night.

    This Excruciating-Alone existence.

    …This longing to be FOUND, to be SAVED.

    A longing intense: SEE ME. FIND ME. SAVE ME!

    Fifty- sixty years of this kind of longing.. it takes time and space to be fully heard by me… by you..?

    Anita

    anita
    Participant

    Dear Emma:

    Thank you for sharing all of this so openly. Your reflections are so rich and honest—it’s clear you’re doing deep inner work, even when it feels heavy or confusing. I really admire your courage in facing these patterns head-on.

    Reading about your relationship with your mother, I felt such a strong sense of recognition. I was also deeply enmeshed with my mother growing up. She overshared with me constantly—about her pain, her regrets, her relationships—and it left me feeling like I had to be her emotional anchor, her confidante, even her therapist at times. There was no space for my own feelings. I had to grow up fast, and like you, I often felt like my inner world didn’t matter.

    So when you described your mother sharing about her ex, her struggles with your father, and how hard it is to draw boundaries now—I truly get it. That kind of emotional entanglement can shape everything: our sense of self, our ability to take risks, even the kinds of partners we’re drawn to. I’ve been there. And I want you to know: it’s possible to untangle from it. It’s possible to reclaim your space, your voice, your choices.

    Given how much we seem to share, and the healing I’ve done so far around enmeshment, I’d be honored to walk alongside you in this if it ever feels helpful. Sometimes just having someone who’s been through it makes the path feel a little less lonely.

    I also really felt your sadness around Philip. It makes sense that he felt like a mirror to a part of you you’re still trying to claim—your boldness, your power, your potential. And it’s okay to grieve that. But I also believe that the part of you that saw something in him is the same part that’s waking up now. The part that’s ready to take risks, even if it’s scary.

    Whether it’s painting furniture, teaching, or exploring shadow work—you’re already moving toward yourself. And that’s something to be proud of.

    Warm wishes, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447414
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you for letting me know. Please don’t worry about replying right away—take all the time you need. I’m really sorry to hear you’re going through a PTSD episode. I hope you’re able to find some calm and comfort soon, even in small moments.

    Sending you warmth and care. I’ll be here whenever you feel ready. ❤️

    Take good care of yourself, Anita

    anita
    Participant

    Dear Ty:

    Thank you for sharing so openly. What you went through sounds incredibly painful—showing up with care, only to be met with distance and then blamed. That kind of emotional reversal can leave you questioning everything, including yourself.

    But from what you’ve shared, it’s clear you acted with patience, respect, and integrity. You didn’t push—you gave space, stayed grounded, and honored her process. If she rewrote the story, it likely says more about her inner conflict than anything you did wrong.

    The connection you felt was real. So was the confusion. But only one of you stayed emotionally present through both.

    You deserved honesty and acknowledgment. Even if she couldn’t offer that, you can still give it to yourself.

    You showed up. You cared. That matters.

    Warmly, Anita

    P.S., I am wondering.. what do you think/ feel about the BDSM industry and how it affected her?

    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alecsee:

    Thank you for sharing so honestly. I can feel how much this relationship meant to you, and how hard it is to let go when you still care so deeply. It’s clear you’ve been reflecting a lot—on what went wrong, what you wish you’d done differently, and what you still hope for.

    If you do have this final call, maybe don’t see it as a last chance to win her back. Instead, think of it as a chance to speak from the heart—without pressure, without trying to change the outcome. Just be real. Share what you feel, what you’ve learned, and what she meant to you.

    Sometimes relationships end not because the love wasn’t real, but because the timing, needs, or growth didn’t line up. That’s painful, but it doesn’t make the connection any less meaningful.

    Whether or not she wants to continue, you can still move forward with more clarity and strength. You’re not broken—you’re grieving. And that means you loved fully.

    Take care of yourself, Anita

    in reply to: Sister takes long to respond to messages #447401
    anita
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    Dear Lucidity:

    You’re so welcome. I really appreciate your openness and the care you put into your response. I’ll definitely be watching your new video when it comes out, and I’ll be sure to share my thoughts with you here again—since I’m still not able to sign into the platform to comment directly.

    I admire your courage in sharing your healing journey so openly. There’s a quiet strength in the way you speak—gentle, but grounded—and it’s clear that you’re not just finding your voice, you’re offering it as a light for others. That’s no small thing. Even the imperfections, like the sound quality, don’t take away from the heart of what you’re doing. If anything, they make it feel more real, more human.

    As for how I’m doing—just a few minutes ago, I was reflecting on a message from Alessa (in my thread). She said something so fiercely protective about the child I once was, and as I read it, I imagined her stepping into my past, standing up to my mother in a way no one ever did. It was such a vivid moment—like a piece of my story being rewritten with strength and care. It left me feeling.. well, happy! It’s amazing how words, even now, can reach into old wounds and offer something new.

    By the way, I was wondering—has anything changed with your sister? If you feel like sharing, I’d love to hear how things have been unfolding.

    Thank you again for sharing your path so generously. I’m really looking forward to your next video.

    With quiet admiration, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447400
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

    As I read your words, something unexpected happened—I imagined you stepping into my childhood, as if you had traveled back in time. I saw you standing there, facing my mother as she berated me, as she so often did—loudly, cruelly, for what felt like hours. No one ever intervened. Not the neighbors who could hear through the walls, not the strangers on the street who saw her shove and kick me as I walked beside her, small and defeated. No one ever stood up for me.

    But in my mind, you did.

    I imagined you turning to her and saying (in that English accent I like so much): “How cruel and selfish can a person be? Absolutely disgraceful behaviour. Disgusting!”- And for the first time, someone was there to confront her. To name the truth out loud.

    That image—of you standing up for me when no one else did—brought a new kind of smile to my face. It gave something to that younger version of me that she never had: protection. Witness. Fierce love. You gave that little girl something she never had: someone who stood up for her.

    Thank you for seeing not just the child I was, but the woman I’ve become. Your words are a kind of healing I didn’t know I still needed.

    In gratitude, Anita

    in reply to: Emotional Exploitation as a form of Parenting..? #447399
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Thomas:

    That’s a really important question. Setting emotional boundaries with a parent who leans heavily on you can feel like walking a tightrope between self-preservation and guilt.

    The self-preservation part is the voice that says: “I need space to breathe.” “I’m exhausted from always being the strong one.” It’s your healthy instinct to protect your energy, your peace, and your emotional boundaries. And it’s essential—not selfish—for your mental and physical well-being.

    The guilt part says things like: “But what if they feel abandoned?” “They’ve done so much for me.” “I don’t want to hurt them.” Guilt often shows up when you begin doing something new—like saying no, asking for space, or not responding right away. Especially if you were raised to prioritize your parent’s emotions over your own, guilt can feel like a warning sign… even when you’re doing something healthy.

    So yes, it’s a tightrope: trying to care for yourself without feeling like you’re betraying them. And that’s hard. It takes practice, self-compassion, and sometimes grief—because you’re letting go of the role you were taught to play.

    Here are a few ways to begin:

    * Give yourself permission- setting boundaries isn’t cruel, it’s necessary. You’re not turning your back on them; you’re turning toward your own well-being.

    * Use soft, clear language- instead of confrontation, try: “I really care about you, and I want to be present when we talk—but sometimes I feel overwhelmed and need space to recharge.” This frames the boundary as a way to preserve connection, not sever it. (this soft approach may work.. or not)

    * Expect guilt— guilt, in this context, doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong. It means you’re doing something new.

    * Limit emotional labor, not love- you can still care without becoming your parent’s therapist. Try gently saying: “That sounds really tough. Have you thought about talking to someone who could really help you through it?” (again, a gentle approach may work.. or not).

    * Build support elsewhere. A friend, therapist, or support group can help you stay grounded when emotional backlash shows up.

    You’re allowed to protect your peace—even from someone you love. And the fact that you’re asking this question shows how much thought and care you’re bringing to the process.

    Here are a couple of affirmations you might return to when guilt creeps in: “I am allowed to take care of myself, even if it makes others uncomfortable. My needs are not a betrayal. I can love someone and still say no.”

    “It’s okay to protect my peace. I don’t have to carry what isn’t mine. I can be kind to others without abandoning myself.”

    You can write one down, repeat it when you feel that tightrope tension, or use it as a grounding breath practice.

    I want to close with something personal—from my and my sister’s experience with our mother. Like the title of this thread suggests, she used emotional exploitation as a form of parenting, often with heavy guilt-tripping and frequent threats of suicide. I was deeply intimidated by those threats. I tried to be her emotional caretaker, her therapist, her savior. I approached her with softness, with gentleness, hoping that kindness would heal her. It didn’t. She kept going.

    But my sister—when she was in her twenties—responded differently. One day, when our mother made another suicide threat, my sister said firmly, without fear: “Then do it. Stop talking about it.” And that was the last time our mother ever made that threat.

    There was another moment I’ll never forget. My mother used to hit me from time to time. I never fought back—I just looked at the floor and waited for it to end. But in my early twenties, something shifted. As she tried to hit me, I instinctively raised my arms and blocked hers. I didn’t hurt her—I just matched her force and stopped her from reaching me. And something strange happened: her arms went limp. She stopped. She retreated. And she never tried to hit me again.

    Of course, I know your situation isn’t identical. But I share this because some parents—especially those who rely on emotional control—don’t stop because they’ve had a change of heart. They stop because the dynamic changes. Because the person they once saw as prey now appears too strong to overpower. Like predators in the wild, they don’t retreat out of pity. They retreat when the prey no longer looks easy to consume. A mountain lion won’t back down because a deer looks soft—it backs down when the deer looks powerful enough to defend itself.

    So if your parent is emotionally exploitative, the shift may not come from their kindness—but from your strength. Not from confrontation (dramatic arguments, emotional outbursts, or aggressive pushback), but from quiet, steady resistance: saying less, but meaning more, no longer explaining yourself over and over but holding your boundary calmly, even when they push, and choosing not to engage in the same old emotional dance.

    Quiet, steady resistance is often more effective than loud confrontation with emotionally exploitative people. It’s not about punishing them—it’s about protecting you. And over time, it sends a clear message:

    “I’m not available for this dynamic anymore. I don’t need to argue about it. I’ve simply stepped out of the role.

    And that shift—subtle but firm—is often what changes the pattern.

    If anything I shared resonates—or if you want to talk more about your experience—I’d be honored to continue the conversation. These things are hard to untangle alone, and you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.

    With care, Anita

    in reply to: Life Worth Living- what is it like? #447382
    anita
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    Just like that, completely dark, no sound of birds. Complete silence. They will be back in.. six hours, right???

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