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anitaParticipantWishing you Courage in the face of fear, Omyk. This is what I wish for myself whenever I am afraid đ„
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anitaParticipantYou are very welcome, Laven! I will read and reply tomorrow morning.
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anitaParticipantDear Peter: I will reply tomorrow, have a đ đ weekend.
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anitaParticipantHow 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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anitaParticipantThinking 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.
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May 2, 2025 at 9:24 am in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445318
anitaParticipantI 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.
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anitaParticipantDear Peter:
I want to start by saying that I love analyzingâIâm 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 expressionâif it serves to suppress emotions rather than engage with them.
Reflecting on past conversations, I know you didnât seem to mind when I revisited your earlier postsâin 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 yesâyou 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 âI struggled with happiness, trying to hold onto it, only to lose it,â 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 âstoriesâ and âillusions,â which distances you from vulnerability.
“I want to be happy⊠but what if Iâm happiest when Iâm unhappy?”-
This is introspective, but instead of saying something like, âI often feel like I sabotage my happiness and I donât know why,â 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 intellectualizationâturning feelings into concepts rather than fully immersing yourself in them. That being said, intellectualization can be a healthy way of processing emotions. It doesnât 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 conceptsâquestioning 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 structurallyâhow it happens âslowly and then all at once,â or how early childhood shapes perception. This creates distance from the raw emotional reality of change.
* Detachment through language- Your shift toward âstretchingâ rather than âchangingâ suggests a level of resignationâas though youâre explaining why transformation isnât 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 âNurture and Nature = Fateâ 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 hopeâeverything 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 doesnât 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 2024âthis time in response to a thread titled âWhy pursue meaning in life?â (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 thatâs 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 toneâplayful, humorous, and emotionally open: “Anita LOL â I know I can be⊠odd đ It took me decades to discover that teachings are not meant to be believed but experienced. (I am very much of the âheadâ 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: “Thatâs a profound shiftâfrom belief to experience. Did something in particular bring about that realization?”, “I like that you own being a âheadâ typeâitâs 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 wonderâwas 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 đ! But hey, at least we stretched our thinking, if not entirely changed!
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anitaParticipantDear 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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anitaParticipantYou are very welcome, Omyk, and thank you for being here!
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May 1, 2025 at 8:42 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445297
anitaParticipantMore, 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 Iâ no ceiling left, just open sky đ
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May 1, 2025 at 8:13 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445296
anitaParticipantThis 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 repressionâ 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 forgottenâ but whole again, unbound, un-damned.
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May 1, 2025 at 8:03 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445295
anitaParticipantI 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.
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May 1, 2025 at 7:09 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445294
anitaParticipantContinued- “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
May 1, 2025 at 5:42 pm in reply to: The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection #445293
anitaParticipantContinued: I have this memory, not a new memory, it was always there: I was maybe 10 years-old, was at one of my aunts’, away from mother, maybe an hour or two away. I remember, it felt like I was suffocating, that I was running out of air, of oxygen without my mother there. My aunt saw me so very distressed (I figure), that she called an uncle to take me to my mother right away. The uncle showed up with his motorcycle and rode it with me in the back all the way back to my Ima. I remember the relief, the air back in my lungs, as his motorcycle (or scooter, it might have been a scooter) took me closer and closer to my Ima.
When we got there- she was not happy to see me. I don’t remember the details, just that my excitement about being with her again was not reciprocated. She was unhappy that I bothered the uncle (her brother), I think.
The thing is, this memory is not new. What is new today, in regard to this memory, was the depth of the emotion involved, that indeed I felt so very needy of her. This memory had a hint of emotion, but it didn’t have this deeper 3rd dimension of emotion- until today.
I now feel how much I needed her. I repressed this need for decades, for half a century. A huge part of my healing is to bring this and other repressed emotions up to the surface of my awareness. The emotion itself, not the interpretations of the emotion: the raw, intense, fire-like need for my mother.
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anitaParticipantDear Peter:
Since our last exchange, Iâve been deeply immersed in Shadow Work, learning to integrate emotions I repressed for much of my life. It has been an eye-opening processâmoving beyond merely understanding my emotions intellectually to fully experiencing them in a way I hadnât allowed myself before. This shift in awareness has changed how I engage with emotions and healing, and reading your post, I see echoes of my own journey in yours.
While you describe struggling with overanalyzing emotions, your real difficulty may lie in allowing yourself to fully experience and integrate them. Your intellectual approachâexamining thoughts, quoting philosophers, dissecting self-improvementâsuggests you have spent a great deal of time trying to understand emotions rather than feel them.
Your reflections on fear, resistance, and identity hint at unconscious suppressionâas though your mind has kept emotions at armâs length, turning them into concepts rather than allowing yourself to truly sit with them. Your analogy about holding your breath metaphorically speaks to this tendency: you take in experiences, but struggle with the releaseâthe returnâthe full cycle of emotional processing.
Your reluctance to own your emotional realizations suggests that accepting your emotions might feel more threatening than analyzing them. If your identity has been linked to being “broken,” as you question, then embracing healing and emotional fluidity might feel like stepping into unfamiliar territoryâsomething your intellectual mind resists.
It seems that your challenge isnât a lack of emotional awareness, but rather a deep-seated fear of fully embodying and trusting your emotions. And I understand that struggle intimately.
Just this morning, I integrated an emotion I repressed long agoâone I had hints of, an emotion I analyzed, but never truly allowed myself to feel until now. It was my longingâstill lingeringâto reach my mother, to make her understand that I never meant to hurt her, that I truly had the best intentions for her. For so many years, I intellectually grasped this emotion, but today, I felt it in a way I havenât for decades. The depth of that feeling, unburied and fully embodied, reminded me of how much energy Iâve spent holding it back rather than allowing it to exist and move through me.
I wonder if something similar might be happening for youâthat your emotions are ready to be felt, not just understood. That youâve done the work, and now, perhaps, the real work is trusting yourself enough to let go of control and fully step into them.
I appreciate the depth of your reflections and the honesty in your words, and I hope my own journey can offer something meaningful in return.
With respect, anita
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