Pen to paper, been too long since I have written. Fear of writing, perfectionism after all.
Deep, deep loneliness and connection at the same time. No one can fill this void for me. RB (my therapist) where are you? I am craving a genuine connection.
R, love me, make love to me, kiss me. I am a beggar, I beg for affection. Our desires and needs aren’t fulfilling each other.
Now, I am a nagging wife. I nag him for love and he is tired of the same topic. But, tell me this. When did you initiate love in this marriage? Give me a chance, he says. I wait, but I am not a patient person.
In the afternoon, I wanted a different kind of love. Now, I want nothing. No, I do. I want any love – anyone’s genuine love – but I don’t feel it. All phone calls, emails, hugs, kisses, conversations leave me dry. Is there no one to fill me up here?
Knowing is one thing, I know we are all One, but I am not able to feel it. Is this depression?
I don’t pull my weight around here.
Beautiful, sweetheart, he calls me. But I am paying a heavy price for those compliments. He loves me and hates me. I feel the same way.
He left me alone when I needed him the most. I am angry.
Wake up, R, kiss me hard.
No one’s listening.
I want to work and make money.
Then I can decide where I live.
Then I can get a haircut.
Then I can eat at subway without guilt.
Then I can get a membership to the Japanese Garden.
Then I can go on a meditation retreat.
Then I can buy a mini-gift for me.
Then I can give gifts without guilt.
Then I can donate.
Then I can help save the earth.
Then I can give something to the blind school in Indore, in India.
Then I can put something in the portland insight meditation community’s donation box.
Then I can breathe easier.
No one’s writing me back – friendless again.
I hate R for not loving me. I don’t hate S for not loving me – oh, he does love me. Not romantically, but that’s an ephemeral love anyway. I was wrong. This one does love me. And I don’t hate him. I have tried to, and I couldn’t. I understand him, and maybe no one else has understood me the way he has.
This is all upside down.
What is love anyway? Attachment, lust, attraction, chemistry, same sense of humour, same people to get angry at, that it is not. Compassion, understanding, unconditional acceptance, friendship, recognition, is it?
Radical Acceptance.
Understanding.
Insomnia. Fearful. Nightmares. Anxiety. Sadness. Loneliness. Heavy heart. Angry. Alone. Lost.
How to reach my goals? How to meditate? How to be brave and face inner realities?
Very scared of the dark and the silence. Disconnected.
One thing I know for sure: I will survive this. I am not feeling connection now, but all states are temporary. Some day, I will feel connected again.
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