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I honestly don't even know where to begin...
My mind is processing so many different threads all at once—as it usually does—and it feels like I’m completely falling apart just trying to articulate what’s actually going on inside my head.
And yet, that inner sense of logic always manages to step in and take control during those critical moments... and it’s just a constant cycle. From the outside, my life looks utterly mundane, but internally, it’s been twenty-eight years of wandering through the cosmos.
I suppose all of this has just felt like life—those inevitable ups and downs—up until now... but as the years tick by, I find I have fewer and fewer excuses left to lean on.
I won't spend too much breath dwelling on my childhood, the wars, moving from one US city to another, then back again, then leaving again, then returning... I suppose I just have a penchant for circles.🙂
Anyway, I just wanted to give you all some insight into my situation; I'll try to present things as coherently as possible, both how they look outwardly and how they feel inwardly.
This isn't a plea for advice on how to get my act together or build a life; rather, I would love to hear your thoughts on how to strike a balance between the spiritual and the material.
Up to this point, my life has functioned roughly like this: whenever I was more grounded in my physical body and its immediate needs, everything became explosive—intense highs and lows, all very fleeting. And every material action seemed to pull me toward something deeper.
On top of all that, when I was younger, guilt and remorse were just constant companions in everything I did.
Then came a period where I was more focused on the spiritual side of things. I was raised Christian, but due to some poor personal experiences and a lack of clear answers, I found myself gravitating more toward Eastern philosophies. Eventually, that led to some positive shifts; I became mindful of what I ate and what I no longer wanted to consume, I understood many situations and my own past mistakes better, and that heavy weight of guilt began to lift... things were going okay. That is, until people and human relationships started interfering with my spiritual progress... I simply took what I had learned and walked away. I am sensitive, I know that... and it is difficult for me to accept that my role models and my sources of inspiration can falter so spectacularly. I understand that people in religious circles are just humans, after all, and everyone is trying their best while stumbling along... but perhaps my karma is just that messed up, or maybe I am just far too sensitive to process all of this in such a short span of time.
Anyway, after that period of distancing myself from both worlds, I ended up alone, living in an old, run-down house where I grew up, with my family scattered across the US and the rest of the world... but I actually felt good. During the day, I’d go out with friends, and in the evening, I could barely wait to retreat to my little room without any technology just to read books.
It didn't last long, though, because I met this guy. It wasn't planned; it just happened. He was somewhere in the middle ground, and it worked for me. After a while, we started living together and everything was wonderful. He was truly kind to me, and I tried harder than I ever had before to make it work. He was different from my previous partners, however, because he had one specific issue I had never encountered before. He couldn't let go in an intimate relationship. At first, I didn't realize how deep the problem went... but after about a year, we realized it was a massive issue and that things were only getting worse... I felt rejected in a way, though I kept trying and trying not to take it personally. Essentially, there was no real sexual life, just occasional hints of it. After a year and a half, we broke up, and I went to stay with my family for a few days. I wanted to make him realize that regardless of his fear or shame, he had to start taking decisive steps. Perhaps he was just terrified of losing me, because he said something to me that hurt more than anything else he'd ever said; he told me that he had been taking care of himself alone for the last year because he was afraid he wouldn't be capable (even though we had talked a hundred times about how that wouldn't work, emphasizing that if anything happened, we would just be honest). It was important to me that he didn't do that alone, as that was part of the problem itself.
I was so deeply hurt—he had lied to me for a whole year... I can understand why I didn't absolutely tear him to shreds for it... but my trust was shattered... it wounded my very soul.
Still, I gave him another chance; we didn't want to give up... for a few more months, I poured out my last remaining drops of strength to be his support, and then I finally snapped.
I got the impression that he had taken steps to fix things, like "we'll resolve this," but in reality, it was always "when it happens, it happens, as long as I'm here and he's not alone." It started to feel incredibly selfish, like I was living a lie.
He actually has this deep-seated issue stemming from his early years—stuff with his parents and girls... and he used to have such a terrible view of himself, which he tried to fix once he landed a job, hit the gym, even got braces... he started trying to manage his emotions because he honestly had no clue how to deal with them. He just felt like all he needed was a good woman to marry so he could finally claim to have a perfect life. But what he doesn't realize is that he’s building everything on a facade; deep down, he's completely incapable of handling pain or the idea of someone leaving him or rejecting him.
I started seeing all of this, and in that moment, I felt somewhat like a victim simply because I had become aware of the reality of the situation.
Anyway, I cleared out... I've been staying with my folks for a week now, out in some small town outside of a major city. I don't have a job... I have nowhere else to go...
I feel a bit numb from it all, just trying to scrape by financially because I have to, but while I'm doing that, I'm searching for solace and answers in spiritual things, and my energy is just draining away like crazy... I'm just spinning my wheels.
It’s not that I’m incapable of taking action... it’s just that every single time I’ve tried to change things in my life, it always leads back to this exact same point. And here I am. Now, it feels almost reflexive, like I'm forced to believe things will work themselves out in a way where I'm constantly stuck extracting some "life lesson" instead of actually living my life.
I don't know what to think, what to do, or what I should even turn toward...
I don't feel like a victim, I'm not crying, I'm accepting what's happening, and I want to be happy and grow as a person...
But I need help... I want to start something this time that will actually make me happy... I want to know that I'm not just going in circles again...
I know I'm being overly dramatic... and I see it all clearly.
I haven't spoken to anyone about anything for days. I simply don't want to be part of that social circle in the environment I'm currently in.
There. Whatever the outcome ends up being... that was on my mind and that's what I said.
I wish you all a lot of happiness and strength in your search, whatever that may be 🙂
My mind is processing so many different threads all at once—as it usually does—and it feels like I’m completely falling apart just trying to articulate what’s actually going on inside my head.
And yet, that inner sense of logic always manages to step in and take control during those critical moments... and it’s just a constant cycle. From the outside, my life looks utterly mundane, but internally, it’s been twenty-eight years of wandering through the cosmos.
I suppose all of this has just felt like life—those inevitable ups and downs—up until now... but as the years tick by, I find I have fewer and fewer excuses left to lean on.
I won't spend too much breath dwelling on my childhood, the wars, moving from one US city to another, then back again, then leaving again, then returning... I suppose I just have a penchant for circles.🙂
Anyway, I just wanted to give you all some insight into my situation; I'll try to present things as coherently as possible, both how they look outwardly and how they feel inwardly.
This isn't a plea for advice on how to get my act together or build a life; rather, I would love to hear your thoughts on how to strike a balance between the spiritual and the material.
Up to this point, my life has functioned roughly like this: whenever I was more grounded in my physical body and its immediate needs, everything became explosive—intense highs and lows, all very fleeting. And every material action seemed to pull me toward something deeper.
On top of all that, when I was younger, guilt and remorse were just constant companions in everything I did.
Then came a period where I was more focused on the spiritual side of things. I was raised Christian, but due to some poor personal experiences and a lack of clear answers, I found myself gravitating more toward Eastern philosophies. Eventually, that led to some positive shifts; I became mindful of what I ate and what I no longer wanted to consume, I understood many situations and my own past mistakes better, and that heavy weight of guilt began to lift... things were going okay. That is, until people and human relationships started interfering with my spiritual progress... I simply took what I had learned and walked away. I am sensitive, I know that... and it is difficult for me to accept that my role models and my sources of inspiration can falter so spectacularly. I understand that people in religious circles are just humans, after all, and everyone is trying their best while stumbling along... but perhaps my karma is just that messed up, or maybe I am just far too sensitive to process all of this in such a short span of time.
Anyway, after that period of distancing myself from both worlds, I ended up alone, living in an old, run-down house where I grew up, with my family scattered across the US and the rest of the world... but I actually felt good. During the day, I’d go out with friends, and in the evening, I could barely wait to retreat to my little room without any technology just to read books.
It didn't last long, though, because I met this guy. It wasn't planned; it just happened. He was somewhere in the middle ground, and it worked for me. After a while, we started living together and everything was wonderful. He was truly kind to me, and I tried harder than I ever had before to make it work. He was different from my previous partners, however, because he had one specific issue I had never encountered before. He couldn't let go in an intimate relationship. At first, I didn't realize how deep the problem went... but after about a year, we realized it was a massive issue and that things were only getting worse... I felt rejected in a way, though I kept trying and trying not to take it personally. Essentially, there was no real sexual life, just occasional hints of it. After a year and a half, we broke up, and I went to stay with my family for a few days. I wanted to make him realize that regardless of his fear or shame, he had to start taking decisive steps. Perhaps he was just terrified of losing me, because he said something to me that hurt more than anything else he'd ever said; he told me that he had been taking care of himself alone for the last year because he was afraid he wouldn't be capable (even though we had talked a hundred times about how that wouldn't work, emphasizing that if anything happened, we would just be honest). It was important to me that he didn't do that alone, as that was part of the problem itself.
I was so deeply hurt—he had lied to me for a whole year... I can understand why I didn't absolutely tear him to shreds for it... but my trust was shattered... it wounded my very soul.
Still, I gave him another chance; we didn't want to give up... for a few more months, I poured out my last remaining drops of strength to be his support, and then I finally snapped.
I got the impression that he had taken steps to fix things, like "we'll resolve this," but in reality, it was always "when it happens, it happens, as long as I'm here and he's not alone." It started to feel incredibly selfish, like I was living a lie.
He actually has this deep-seated issue stemming from his early years—stuff with his parents and girls... and he used to have such a terrible view of himself, which he tried to fix once he landed a job, hit the gym, even got braces... he started trying to manage his emotions because he honestly had no clue how to deal with them. He just felt like all he needed was a good woman to marry so he could finally claim to have a perfect life. But what he doesn't realize is that he’s building everything on a facade; deep down, he's completely incapable of handling pain or the idea of someone leaving him or rejecting him.
I started seeing all of this, and in that moment, I felt somewhat like a victim simply because I had become aware of the reality of the situation.
Anyway, I cleared out... I've been staying with my folks for a week now, out in some small town outside of a major city. I don't have a job... I have nowhere else to go...
I feel a bit numb from it all, just trying to scrape by financially because I have to, but while I'm doing that, I'm searching for solace and answers in spiritual things, and my energy is just draining away like crazy... I'm just spinning my wheels.
It’s not that I’m incapable of taking action... it’s just that every single time I’ve tried to change things in my life, it always leads back to this exact same point. And here I am. Now, it feels almost reflexive, like I'm forced to believe things will work themselves out in a way where I'm constantly stuck extracting some "life lesson" instead of actually living my life.
I don't know what to think, what to do, or what I should even turn toward...
I don't feel like a victim, I'm not crying, I'm accepting what's happening, and I want to be happy and grow as a person...
But I need help... I want to start something this time that will actually make me happy... I want to know that I'm not just going in circles again...
I know I'm being overly dramatic... and I see it all clearly.
I haven't spoken to anyone about anything for days. I simply don't want to be part of that social circle in the environment I'm currently in.
There. Whatever the outcome ends up being... that was on my mind and that's what I said.
I wish you all a lot of happiness and strength in your search, whatever that may be 🙂