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The Betrayal We Buried: Healing Through Truth & Connection

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    anita
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    Dear 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. 🫂

    anita

    #445340
    anita
    Participant

    Continued: The Freedom to Feel (TFF)—the freedom to experience raw emotion without the interference of cognitive misinterpretations, and therefore, without shame or guilt. To trust that every raw emotion carries a positive message—whether to protect, to survive, to thrive, or to love. And through that trust, to liberate emotions from the confines of repression or suppression, allowing them to exist fully and freely.

    anita

    #445352
    anita
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    I talked with two people this evening, irl, two people (happened to be men) who seemed distant, uninterested in conversation with me. But with some reaching out to them (separately, at different times), they opened up to me. It is amazing- how in the past- I would have perceived their initial distance as disinterest, and worse- as a personal rejection of me.

    But how wrong I was- these two men were open and honest with me. All it took was me opening up to them, and they reciprocated.

    Back home this Friday night I am looking forward to more irl experiences this Saturday.

    How many people are sort of asleep until someone shows interest in what they think, and way more importantly- interest in what they feel.

    anita

    #445353
    anita
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    More: listening to nostalgic music, not yet ready to go to bed, still having pleasant feelings and drinking red wine, which feels good-so-good, I decided to type more. Here my fingers hitting the keyboard, no particular plans of what to type- whatever comes to mind, I will type (it’s almost like dancing)-

    – Whatever comes to mind, no censorship: Youth. Youth comes to mind, and I assure you- I am young. I don’t care how old I am- I am YOUNG, forever young.

    I never got old.

    Youth frozen, put on hold for decades, is now revived, refreshed, awakened.

    I am young!

    No, yes, really- I am young, I am 16, full of the wonder, the promise of life.

    Oh, I am 61..? Same difference, 16 it is..!

    Don’t let my grey hair fool you, my wrinkles.. the (curious) loss of my eyelashes.. oh, don’t let these things fool you- I am SIXTEEN, I promise!

    The EMOTION in me is sixteen.. happy, joyful, full of life.

    Who, why would anyone upon reading my words, reading my e-motion want to rain on my parade?

    There is always someone. Someone to judge, someone harsh, unforgiving, someone..

    Oh (still typing however it goes), oh, my mother comes to mind- unsurprisingly- because she has been the singular most important person in my life (I am at this point of being almost too tipsy)- my mother. I hear she can’t stand straight, oh, my poor mother. oh, how I wish I’d be there for you, there with you, to help you walk.. I’d do ANYTHING..!

    I don’t know how to say it: Ima (mother), I LOVE you, I always will. This is who I am, this is the core of me.

    My memories of you, the images of you in my mind- are of you being younger than me.

    Emotion doesn’t have a timeline, it’s me 16, it’s you- mother- 16 as well.

    I would take your hand in mine and will climb the tallest mountain so to take you away and above the deserts of despair.

    In the Core of Me, there it is- my Love for my mother.

    Or should I say, in the Core of Me, there is Love.

    anita

    #445354
    anita
    Participant

    Ten minutes to midnight.

    anita

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