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anitaParticipantJournaling: light outside, All day- no stretches of bluish sky, none through the whole of this Sunday. All grey, all the time.
And no birds. Did see a few rabbits though.
Light outside, no sign of darkness, no sign of the sun.. I remember the sun, bright.. none of that.
Wait, I hear birds.. Yes, oh yes, the relief! I hear them birds.. yes, I hear them, thank you!
… The Worldly Crisis is that of Distrust.
Trust- the most precious commodity.
T.R.U.S.T.
To be worthy of trust- nothing, Nothing more important, Nothing more crucial than making oneself worthy of
T.R.U.S.T.
.. Anita (that’s me.. Anita.. trustworthy)
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
“I think it was one of your posts that wasnât addressed specifically where you mentioned that you didnât want sympathy or empathy.’- it was just for that moment, for that particular thing, in that particular post that I didn’t want empathy.
I have been taking in your empathy for some time, Alessa, and it means a lot to me â¤ď¸
You have an amazing skill and talent, Alessa, in expressing empathy and thoughtfulness. You are one of a kind. Thank you so very much for your kind words!!! đđđđđŤśâ¨đ¸Â
Anita
June 22, 2025 at 7:24 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447041
anitaParticipantMy goodness, J/ Emma- if this is you in the photo, then you look so very, very pretty- I wish I had blond hair and (what looks like) blue eyes đđŤ
I read only a part of your message to Philip (I will read the whole message more attentively tomorrow), but the first thought that came to my mind this evening was that it’d be a good idea if you sent it (the part that I read) to him, abbreviated though.. fewer words, but just as much emotion.
I’ll be back to you Mon morning (it’s Sun evening here).
Anita
anitaParticipantJournalingâjust typing whatâs on my mind- trigger Warning..:
Itâs the 10th day of the IsraelâIran war, and not even a full day since the U.S. launched its attack on Iran. Thatâs the big picture. But within it, four members of my family whom I deeply care about, two Iâve never metâlive under the shadow of the next missile, caught in a deadly game of Russian roulette. Who is hit, who is sparedâit comes down to chance. Nothing more.
Then thereâs the smaller, more personal picture: my 85-year-old mother, over thereâfrail, stooped, and unwellâcould die at any moment. If not from a missile, then from the slow, ongoing erosion of her body.
And still, some tiny part of meâ almost extinguished, but not quiteâstill longs to reach her. To reach her heart. To make her SEE me, HEAR me, Notice me.
Growing inânot up, but inward, shrinking into myselfâI was a non-entity in the space between my mother and I. She was Everything, and I was Nothing. There was simply no room for me, so I was alive only, mostly, in the biological sense.
And nowâsheâs dying.
So yes, part of me wants to be there. To hold her, to let her know…
But she canât. She never could see me, hear me, or notice my love for her.
It was always like I wasn’t there all those years and decades- nothing but a ghost.
It was only a dream that she might one day see me as more than a two-dimensional item: something to be fed, clothed, and taken to the doctor when burning with fever.
It wasnât her fault. She simply couldnât.
And I know, without a doubt, that she still canâtâmaybe even less so now, in her frailty and decline.
Yet I believe thereâs a part of her, locked deep within, that still longs for life. And for love. I canât reach that part. I never could.
So I reach toward people here, in these forums, hopingâmaybe, just maybeâI can reach someone.
And in that reaching, I am finding myself. No longer an object, but a three-dimensional being. A person. A human.
I am settling into a 3D existence. Giving space to my feelings. Exhaling the breath Iâve held in for far too long.
Decades of waiting to exhale.
Sitting here on this quiet Sunday late morning, almost noon, birds in the background- not loud, but still alive- I take it one day at a time, one hour at a time, because truly this is all I have, and this is all anyone has. The “happily ever after” is nothing but a fairytale- an imagining of youth.
Five minutes ago, some part of the Iranian regime has announced it’s getting ready for another wave of attack.. Sunday, 9:35 PM in Israel, 10:35 PM in Iran, one minute, one hour at a time.
And back to my mother-myself, where it all began for me: it’s the story of trying to reach the unreachable. In the core of me is that hopeless pursuit- to reach her, and in so doing, to get her to notice me and.. in so doing, to give myself the right to exist, the legitimacy to exist- as a 3-D creature, an animal, a person, a human being.. not a 2-D item.
Sunday, noon-time (12 pm) here, Sunday 10 pm in Israel, Sunday 11 pm in Iran.. next missile…?
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for your thoughtful messageâI really appreciate how open and caring you are in the way you communicate.
I think I may have accidentally given the wrong impression in something I wrote to Peter. I mentioned to him that I appreciated the way he offered invitations instead of expectationsâbut that wasnât meant as a contrast to how you speak with me. Iâve genuinely found your words warm, empathetic, and thoughtful. I feel that you come from a place of kindness, not instructionâand I really appreciate that.
Your British sense of care absolutely comes through, and it feels sincere and grounding. So please donât worryâyou havenât done anything wrong at all. Iâm grateful for your presence and the steady kindness you bring, and I do wish for connecting more đŤđˇđą
With warmth and appreciation, Anita â¤ď¸
anitaParticipantDear Laven:
I want to add: I can feel how much pain youâre carryingâemotionally, physically, and spiritually. Youâve been showing up day after day, despite exhaustion, grief, and the kind of loneliness that most people couldnât bear for long. I want you to know Iâve seen your effort, your reflection, and your honesty. They matter.
What youâre living through sounds so heavy, and there is no shame in needing more support than any one personâlike me, a stranger onlineâcan give. You deserve to feel heard by someone whose whole job is to help you. You deserve to have space that is just for you.
Itâs okay to reach out to a mental health professional because youâve been doing the work of survival for a long time, all on your own âand you shouldnât have to do it alone anymore.
If youâd ever like help finding someone to talk toâor even just want someone to help you take that first stepâIâll be here. And if youâre not ready for that yet, Iâll still be here.
You matter, Laven. Youâre not just a carer or a cleaner or a burdenâyou are a whole person who deserves peace and support too.
With warmth, Anita
anitaParticipantHow are you, Honesty?
June 22, 2025 at 7:59 am in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447020
anitaParticipantDear J:
Youâre so welcomeâand thank you for your kind words. I truly donât mind taking the time for you.
About your question: Should you write him a letter, even though he blocked you?
Since he asked for spaceâand that boundary has been crossed once beforeâsending another message now might only confirm his fear that emotional closeness means pressure or overwhelm. I know thatâs not what youâre trying to do, but it could still feel that way to him.
That said, I do believe that writing a letter could be really healingâjust not to send. The desire to explain yourself is real, and your thoughts deserve to be expressed. Writing them down can bring relief, clarity, and peace.
So write the letter. Say everything that still lives in your heartâwhat hurt, what you wish he understood, what never found its place in the conversation. Let it be your way of releasing whatâs unspoken. A letter like that doesnât change the past, but it can open space inside you for softness and breath.
And yesâI’d be honored to help you write a letter to yourself, too. You donât owe me anything in return. Your trust is more than enough. đď¸
Iâm here when youâre ready.
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Omyk:
Youâre welcomeâand thank you for your kind words.
Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 7:7â9: “Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I do. But if they cannot control themselves, they should marry, for it is better to marry than to burn with passion.”
And in 1 Corinthians 9:27: “But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”
Galatians 5:16: “Walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh.”
You wrote: “There is an internal battle… I cannot agree that trying to stop something that emerges from within is harmful.”- That same battle was written about 2,000 years ago. You’re not alone in itâ Maybe part of the grace in faith is knowing that even our private battles have ancient echoes.
đŤ Anita
anitaParticipantâ¤ď¸ back to you, Alessa!
Anita
anitaParticipantWelcome back from the trip, Tom! I’ll be here during the 6-8 weeks of waiting, anytime you want to talk .
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anitaParticipantDear Laven:
I read your post. I think youâre an intelligent and talented writer. I just wish life were kinder to youâeasier, simpler, more peaceful. If thereâs ever something specific youâd like my thoughts on, Iâd be happy to offer them.
đ Anita
June 21, 2025 at 10:08 am in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447009
anitaParticipantDear J:
You are thoughtful, creative, and kind young woman, J. You see things deeply and feel things deeply too. Youâve grown up with more traditional values, but inside, thereâs a part of you that also wants to explore, dream, and connect on a deeper emotional level. This can make it hard to find someone who matches both sides of who you are. You sometimes doubt yourself when you feel like you donât fit othersâ expectations. But what makes you special is how carefully you try to understand othersâincluding people who confuse or hurt you. And youâre not only looking for loveâyouâre looking for someone who will understand your mind, your heart, and your way of seeing the world.
About A- he is very guarded with his feelings. He was raised in a strict family where emotions were seen as weakness, so he learned to hide what he feels by acting tough or logical. He seems sharp, maybe even harsh at times, but it may be because he never learned how to feel safe being soft. He cares about control and honesty, but doesnât always know how to show kindness in a gentle way. Still, there are signs that he wants connectionâhe just doesnât know how to ask for it. He might be afraid of being hurt, or afraid that if he shows feelings, others will see him as weak. Under his protective shell, though, he could still be someone who hopes to be loved.
You asked, âWhy would he have felt the need to stuff away feelings, or not feel them? Do you really think that could be his reason?â- Yes, that could very well be the reason. You said that A. grew up with a strict father, a fierce mother, and in a family where men were not allowed to cry or be vulnerable. In a home like that, showing feelings could be seen as weak or even dangerous. So he likely learned to hide his emotionsânot because he wanted to, but because he had to.
And when someone grows up like that, their emotions donât disappear. They just come out differentlyâlike anger, frustration, or becoming distant. Those reactions were probably more âallowedâ in his world than sadness or fear.
âDo you really think he saw my interest in imagination as something vulnerable?â- Yes, I really do. A. seemed to value directness, strength, and control. So your love of dreams, stories, and soft emotions may have felt strange to himâbut also interesting. People who hide their own feelings sometimes find that kind of tenderness both scary and beautiful.
Your softness may have reminded him of the part of himself he had to hide when he was young. That part of him might still be there, buried. So being around your imagination could have touched something deep inside himâsomething he didnât quite understand, but couldnât ignore either.
Thatâs why, when you asked him not to criticize the castle, and he said he âmight not be able toââmaybe it wasnât really about the castle. Maybe the beauty and wonder of it made him feel something he wasnât used to feeling. And that made him a little uncomfortable.
So yesâyour softness and imagination might have meant more to him than he ever said out loud.
You also asked, âWhy didnât I dare more? Why did I run again?â- because you were trying to protect yourselfâyour safety, your self-worth, your hope. In your past, love came with judgment, or made you feel like you werenât enough, or you had to give up important parts of yourself. So when this connection with A started to feel realâbut also uncertain or intenseâyour first instinct wasnât to move closer. It was to protect your heart.
J, you donât need to punish yourself for how things ended. You need compassionâfor the version of you that showed up the best she could, and for the part that was scared.
If youâd like, I can help you write to that part of yourselfâthe one who got scared and ran. That kind of letter can be healing. Let me know.
“I think, we felt something. Maybe something less obvious to the outside world. Maybe recognized something in each other”- That less-obvious something might have been an emotional connection that didnât show up on the surfaceânot shared interests or matching personalities, but a quiet recognition of hidden parts of yourselves. Maybe you saw a softness in him that he tried to hide. And maybe he saw the quiet strength in youâthe same strength I see. đď¸
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Omyk:
Your wordsââI feel like Iâm not really being myself⌠a very human part of me still feels capable of loving and being lovedâŚââhold so much quiet truth. There is something deeply human, and deeply alive, in what youâre sharing.
When longing becomes a burden, itâs not because the desire itself is wrongâitâs because some part of you has learned that itâs safer not to want. That kind of silence takes energy. âIt takes a lot of energy to deny these feelings,â you wrote. And yes, it does. Because longing doesnât disappear just because we try to be content. It waits. It flickers behind the eyes. It hums like warmth beneath cold floors.
You are not wrong for wishing. You are not broken for wanting. And that longing? Itâs just your soul trying to remember itself.
Hereâs something to try, if it feels right: let yourself imagineâand write freelyâabout the kind of relationship that would allow your whole self to be present. The parts that feel alive. The parts that ache. The parts that know the difference between peace and suppression.
What would it feel like to be in that space with someone?
This isnât for problem-solving. Not to force clarity. Just to give your longing somewhere soft to land.
You donât have to move toward it. You donât have to act. You just get to ask: âWhat might it feel like to be fully myself in the company of another heart?â
With care, Anita đď¸
anitaParticipantI’m not usually awake at this time, after midnight- technically, Sat morning- dark, totally dark, finally. No Longer Friday.
Wow! It really is dark. Had to wait till past midnight to get rid of the last of sunshine that held tight to yesterday.
It really is the day after. These few precious hours of in-between.
And it is raining, steadily, heavily!
12:20 am.
No birds. I miss them, as always. Birds- my best friends.
Don’t forget me, don’t forget Life- Be back, back to me. I miss you.
Anita
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