I think I have found myself in all the aspects of this...abandoned (truly), dealing with someone overwhelmed with their own life, AND been that overwhelmed person to others.
This piece speaks deeply to me; for it is I who has been at both ends of the spectrum. My pattern is to fix and mend, however, in my place and where I sit, I find myself in a conundrum of sorts. This is stirring up my mind and thoughts as I think of a few places that I have found myself in my life. Reading this has given me courage to look honestly in the role I have played with different people in this place I call home.
I’m living inside this right now. It’s taught me that 'holding the faith' is less about the other person and more about our own internal safety. If our nervous system is in survival mode, we label it abandonment to protect ourselves. We can only choose the word 'eclipse' if we are grounded enough to survive the wait.
I think I have found myself in all the aspects of this...abandoned (truly), dealing with someone overwhelmed with their own life, AND been that overwhelmed person to others.
I've been there. It's not a place I want to return to.
This is a beautiful re-framing and really strikes a chord with me, thank you
This piece resonates so deeply. I think at some point in life, we've been in all sides of the mirror.
Thank you for sharing this
This piece speaks deeply to me; for it is I who has been at both ends of the spectrum. My pattern is to fix and mend, however, in my place and where I sit, I find myself in a conundrum of sorts. This is stirring up my mind and thoughts as I think of a few places that I have found myself in my life. Reading this has given me courage to look honestly in the role I have played with different people in this place I call home.
Thank you for your wisdom!
I’m living inside this right now. It’s taught me that 'holding the faith' is less about the other person and more about our own internal safety. If our nervous system is in survival mode, we label it abandonment to protect ourselves. We can only choose the word 'eclipse' if we are grounded enough to survive the wait.
I have gone into that silence and when I finally turned to speak and reach out, I found myself swimming through air. I understand.
This piece feels like being in a room of total darkness, moving slowly, bumping into things that feel familiar but are fleeting.
But there is feeling…regardless of how fleeting.
I’m not sure what this is?
Am I bumping into him or me?