Beyond the door-- the end of an era
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Registrant
I am feeling grossly overwhelmed with my life here in mpls. Returning from pittsburgh left me with mixed emotions. On one hand I was able to put closure to a large part of my self that had, for years, existed solely to maintain a fear-based role on which to structure my persona.
On the other hand, being able to retire from the need of having to "wear" this persona every day, leaves me feeling much like a retiree might feel whose services are no longer required by the company. Part of me has been put permanently out of commission. A part of me that had over the years incinuated itself into my being has had its sense of purpose removed. I feel as if I have been neutered. I feel lost. I feel lobotomized.
I can see so clearly now that the way I "organized my life around my wound" was to only allow myself to become involved only in situations where I was in control. Which is why I have isolated myself from people, places and things. Which is why I place so much emphasis on the dance that I do with food. Which is why I have a hard time going out of the house unless there is a reason/purpose.
When I think that all I have constructed myself to be, across my lifespan, has been based on fear and the need to keep people, places and things at bay [because "me" is the only thing I can control], I feel sick. I must have been whistling in the dark all these years.
How does one begin to reconstruct a city in the midst of an earthquake? I think the best thing to do right now is just sit tight and pray some rays of light/hope find their way through the rubble.
ouch, my skin hurts
On the other hand, being able to retire from the need of having to "wear" this persona every day, leaves me feeling much like a retiree might feel whose services are no longer required by the company. Part of me has been put permanently out of commission. A part of me that had over the years incinuated itself into my being has had its sense of purpose removed. I feel as if I have been neutered. I feel lost. I feel lobotomized.
I can see so clearly now that the way I "organized my life around my wound" was to only allow myself to become involved only in situations where I was in control. Which is why I have isolated myself from people, places and things. Which is why I place so much emphasis on the dance that I do with food. Which is why I have a hard time going out of the house unless there is a reason/purpose.
When I think that all I have constructed myself to be, across my lifespan, has been based on fear and the need to keep people, places and things at bay [because "me" is the only thing I can control], I feel sick. I must have been whistling in the dark all these years.
How does one begin to reconstruct a city in the midst of an earthquake? I think the best thing to do right now is just sit tight and pray some rays of light/hope find their way through the rubble.
ouch, my skin hurts