
Sometimes I can have too much insight.
And sometimes I’m so distracted I eat the fortune right along with the cookie during a counseling session and then imagine all the ways having done this just might kill me. Ink poisoning? Tiny microscopic organisms clinging to the paper grow worms in my belly.
Do you think maybe I’ve been watching too much Grey’s Anatomy?
Yes this is a true story. It happened yesterday. You may laugh now …. 😉
Being the more insightful in the room can feel lonely. That isn’t a better than.. it’s just a fact and the point is to honor my experience: the loneliness.
Reading someone and giving them information about that to obtain something, is not the same as insight. It’s more in the predatory realm. For example promising someone with deep attachment a family, that isn’t even yours to give or offer. That as it would turn out would be the opposite of warm and welcoming towards me for very understandable dynamics.
So many amends there…
Grief is like gremlins. It multiplies… one tends to open all the other wounds.
This morning I am applying stitches, slowly and gently, and covering the wounds. Neosporin and anti-biotics.
And I will attempt this time to not rip them open again and again….
And the processing continues and the sense of desperation to send it to have it land in a safe haven, which is no longer that.
I am eating avocado toast on my homemade sourdough bread. It tastes like life itself, which is still a shock even to me. But when something is born of love it tends to last.
Fear is the great disruptor of that. Taking more dreams and lives than you can ever imagine.
There is this person on my social media who is doing reciprocal ivf with her partner, they posted a video of their entire journey. The large garbage can looking container for the sperm that you buckle gently into the car seat. The scrubs and shower caps. The turkey baster of it all ….
They went to Mexico to do it, SMART. I never even thought of that. And the journey was the best part.
The tender moments of one injecting the other in her soft belly with the hormones to help the process along. Down on her knees kissing her tummy….
To my knees…..
More grief…
Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, have all the pics. Egg retrievals and flipping through catalogs for sperm. But how would that have somehow been more legitiate in any way or cemented a family together more than what I did end up doing.
It wouldn’t..
What I realize now is that if that is what I wanted I can have it. My good friend is beginning with her wife now, she’s 35, her wife is 60. Love comes in all shapes and sizes and on all timelines.
There is no too late. I have plenty of energy.
What I want is a relationship with mutuality, collaboration, integrity, desire, intimacy, maturity …. The relationship is that regardless of what adventure we choose. That’s what that video makes me crave rather than a baby itself.
The baby represented being allowed, permitted, legitimate and able to share an experience as a woman with another woman.
As it turns out that’s just not how much story went so far…..
It’s very important not to spend too much time dreaming that you don’t realize the reality of what you have already.
Now it’s hard to imagine what my life would be like if that would have worked the way I thought I wanted it to, or if the other things would have either.
I am here. I have better relationships with my children than I ever could have imagined. And my relationship with myself, the fact I have one at all. The fact I am not entirely dissociated and a living coping mechanism, is a god damned miracle. I cannot even tell you…
I truly am “livin the dream” and the only thing left is I’m so damn open that I have no idea what is next. I am deteremined to find the excitement in that, and not let fear take over.
And while I didn’t do any of this “alone” I also did every inch of it that way in so many ways emotionally. I can honor that and also the tremendous gratitude for what has been provided in this life because of connections I chose or cultivated.
I have assets rather than never ending debt… ( I mean those student loans though, they tell me the haunting will only continue another 10 sish years at this point I believe)… but oither than that.. I have choices and assets and honestly for a survivor that’s somehow harder.
If you never thought you’d get somewhere …
IT’s time for my 8 am so I’ll have to pick this thread up later…
Another bag of stuff left on the porch. Someday I’ll never need to worry about that again.. all of the lessons about what love is and isn’t will just be a part of me..
Right now they burn so much…
The reality of attachment wounds, especially the deep ones, is that life is rarely easy… but it is beautiful, and that makes all the difference.
It’s the time you spent with your rose….
“you had time”….
“you’ll be happy, you just won’t know it” bonus points if you know what movie that is from. Very very few people will. It’s a fave, yes every song and every movie is my fave 😉 It’s true….
All my love,
C
Ps you know what happened that Christmas Eve Eve…. What was missed. Is that I felt unworthy of all the love around me. Childhood videos of a happy childhood and all that family love. My experience was so different. I was so in my head about that. If we talked about if you knew maybe once that was known I could have joined in your excitement at your new love. And my old pain and our new love could have both had space in the room…. So “can I touch” wouldn’t have felt like being so unseen …. Maybe we could have processed these things if…
Just let go …. Just let go
I can’t. I won’t.
I will …..








