Hi Peter, Thanks so much for your message. I agree with you that both perspectives are important: the personal healing and the deeper spiritual connection. One helps us work through our pain, and the other reminds us we’re all part of something greater.

It’s comforting for me to think-feel-that something greater. It feels lovely to think of it, to connect to it.. and then I forget.

“Somewhere I Belong”– Linkin Park: “(When this began) I had nothing to say- And I’d get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)… Just stuck, hollow and alone… I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along- Somewhere I belong…I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real- I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along- Somewhere I belong”-

I believe you’ve know that nothingness-inside, that hollow and alone experience (I’ve known SO MUCH of it), haven’t you, Peter?

Do you feel that you now belong to this something-greater, that you are, really a part of it?

And does it make you less needy of human interactions?

It’s totally okay, of course, if you don’t answer these questions. You don’t owe me answers.

For me, the more I heal, the more I need human interactions. It’s a hunger. There’s no substitute.

🤍 Anita

Dear Zenith:

I really felt what you shared. Wanting to be a baby again, just cared for and free from emotional struggles. It makes sense that being in India, surrounded by memories and familiar places, would stir that kind of nostalgia.

It reminded me of your trip to India last year. This is what you posted back then:

July 17, 2024: “I am still in India and will be back on July 26th. Its going good so far.”

July 29: “I am back to US. I feel so homesick right now… It was good and relaxing. I miss my family (MOM & AUNT). My mom treated me like a kid again by cooking my favorite dishes for me, doing laundry and many other things. I miss her the most. I kinda feel lonely here.”

July 30: “So I am worried about if I should settle here or go back to India and take care of my parents. How will I survive this anxiety when i get old?”

August 1, 2024: “I am feeling bit better now” (no mention of nostalgia or being homesick)

See the similarities between what you shared back then and what you shared a year after? Seems like last year you felt homesick for only a few days..?

Going back home reminded you of who you were before life got complicated. It’s okay to wish for that simplicity again. And it’s okay to have all the comforts here in the U.S. and still feel something missing.

Sometimes when we miss the simplicity of childhood, it’s not just the comfort we miss—it’s how light things felt. No heavy thoughts. No pressure. Just being.

Maybe you can bring a little more simplicity into your life now. Not by changing everything around you, but maybe by softening the way you think or treat yourself. Like letting go of overthinking, being kinder to yourself. Maybe this nostalgia is your heart’s way of asking: What could feel simpler right now?

Sending gentle thoughts as you move through this tender feeling. 🤍

Anita

Dear Zenith: I hear you. It really makes sense that you’d want to go back to India—your family is there, and it’s hard feeling so far away, especially when you want to help care for your parents. That kind of love and responsibility runs deep.

Even if life in the U.S. feels more comfortable, it sounds like what you truly miss is connection. And without close friends nearby, it’s easy to feel like something important is missing.

Are you thinking about this more seriously now, or just feeling it strongly in your heart?

Either way, I’m here to listen as you figure things out 🤍

Anita

That sounds like a really lovely trip, Zenith. I’m glad you had a good time and that things felt more calm this time around. And a staycation with your husband—how nice to get that quiet time together!

I can imagine it’s tough being back now, especially missing your family so much. Feeling like you want to move back makes a lot of sense after such a warm visit. Do you think you might consider it one day, or is it just a strong feeling after coming home?

Sending love as you settle back in 🤍

Anita

Hey Zenith, good to hear back from you!

What you just shared sounds like a lot . Thanks for letting me know—and I really appreciate your honesty. Burnout from parenting is so real, and I’m sorry it’s been so tough. It must’ve taken a lot of energy just to get through some of those days.

How was India, though? Did the change of scenery offer you any kind of pause or perspective—even in the midst of parenting challenges?

You’re doing something very hard, and I hope you’re getting even small pockets of support or rest. Let me know if you feel like sharing more at some point. I’m here. 🤍

Anita

Dear Emma:

Thank you again for opening up so honestly. There’s so much tenderness and courage in how you speak about your patterns, and I deeply admire your willingness to look inward and to keep looking forward, even when it hurts.

What you describe—reaching out to people, then pulling away when conflict or discomfort arises—is something I understand closely. I’ve found myself doing the same: staying quiet, letting feelings build, and only speaking up once things have reached a breaking point. Your friend’s advice really resonates—naming our needs early, even imperfectly, might be the gentlest way to protect the connection before it begins to break. Boundaries don’t have to be rigid; they can be ways of creating honesty and care.

When it comes to your father and his views on therapy (“he does not like therapy… bc it makes me stuck in the past according to him,”- from your previous message), I hear that strong voice—one that says reflection is being stuck. But healing isn’t about staying in the past. It’s about understanding how the past shaped us, so that our future doesn’t repeat the past. Without that reflection, the same wounds keep showing up—just in different relationships, in different forms.

And I can’t help but feel that his forceful opinions—his tendency to overpower emotional space and dismiss inner work—are tied to enmeshment. When a parent dominates our inner world, it’s like our space is already occupied by someone else. There’s no room left for us—within ourselves, for ourselves. It feels suffocating. For someone still untangling from that dynamic, limiting or even ending contact isn’t cruelty—it can be a form of survival. A way of remembering where you begin.

When a parent takes up emotional space in this way—especially one who dismisses self-reflection or overwhelms with forceful views— it leaves very little room for the child’s own identity to form. It’s a kind of emotional invasion. Limiting contact can become necessary in order to reclaim that space, to hear our own voice again, to trust our emotions, and to build real agency in our lives.

Agency is the ability to make choices and act on them in a way that reflects your true self. It’s about having the space—and the inner clarity—to decide what’s right for you, instead of being pulled by others’ expectations, demands, or fears.

You asked me: “That is tough for you too, that the enmeshment with your mum makes you doubt your instincts and make you over-explain yourself—it feels like there is no ground underneath your feet, right? How does that come up for you?”-

Yes, enmeshment with my mother has been deeply difficult for me. It really felt like there was no ground beneath me. I didn’t feel strong enough—or safe enough—to stand tall with confidence and move through life. Instead, I crawled. I was unsure, fearful. Sometimes I’ve described it as being a ship lost at sea—without direction, carried wherever people and circumstances took me. No agency.

Even now, I see traces. I’m generous and kind with people, but part of that is driven by a deep urge to be liked. I put parts of myself aside to please… and then those parts rise back up, often in painful ways. I withdraw. I feel anger I hadn’t expressed earlier. And because my mother carried so much paranoia and distrust, I catch myself viewing others through her lens. I become suspicious of people I genuinely care about—and push them away. That shift—from warmth to distance—has hurt people who only wanted closeness.

I became fully aware of this dynamic just yesterday, after my mother re-invaded my inner space, filling me with suspicion, and I got angry—expressing that anger toward someone I’ve been feeling close to, someone who is genuinely kind and trustworthy. I apologized profusely, and I’m still hurting from what happened. I don’t know if the relationship can be salvaged. Time will tell. But regardless, I intend to keep working on this kind of invasion every day.

It just occurred to me a few seconds ago, as I was rereading the above, that there may be a factor of… I’d call it inappropriate loyalty on my part—loyalty to my mother. As in, if I trust anyone in real life, it feels like a betrayal of her. Because what she stood for, what she consistently expressed, her message—paraphrased—was: “Trust no one.” And a good little girl listens to her mother… (or father), doesn’t she?

.. I wonder if it might help to try expressing, in just one sentence, what your father’s message has been in your life—and your mother’s.

And I’m also wondering, how did your visit with your mother go?

Warmest hugs to you 🤍