Reminiscing vs. Ruminating

My current therapist told me today that I seem to be hung up on my past (I’m paraphrasing). It seems to me that this is an unfair accusation since, whenever I talk with her, she seems to ask about my past, or something comes up that causes me to trace things to my past for her to put it in perspective. Most of my days, however, my mind is occupied by other things, like hopes and plans and the activities that might lead to fulfilling my dreams. She’s getting a skewed perspective from our one-hour weekly sessions. This is partly her fault, because of the questions she asks and the topics she introduces. It is also my fault, because she doesn’t know me well enough yet – and who I am is born of my past so must be expressed in that context. Then, with her, I do bring up things I’m learning and doing in my present life that I realize have been subconsciously set because of my past, but which I’d like to change. Isn’t that what therapy’s for?

Today, for instance, I have been considering and researching different theories of the causes, and therefore the cures, of my various, medically diagnosed, physical maladies. I’m hoping that, if only I could heal better and quicker, I might finally be able to create a badly needed income. (The lack of income is causing stress, which is interfering with my healing, which is interfering yet more with my creating income. It is becoming a vicious cycle, so finding solutions is essential.) I am to the point of considering the spiritual/emotional/mental influence on our physical bodies, and have discovered that my long-term suppression of my voice – in a physical sense as well as spiritual – is apparently causing one of the life-threatening issues with which I’m dealing, and affecting several others. My hope was to brainstorm solutions to this issue.

As a job-seeker, it is absolutely necessary for me to present a “normal” appearance and to carefully self-censor my expressions on social media. Only in my blog am I somewhat free to express myself (though I’m avoiding politics) but, after my latest disappointment to get a job for which I was almost overly qualified and knew I could excel at doing, I’m rethinking whether this blog is even a good idea. If I give up this blog, however, then I have no self-expression anywhere in this world. According to my research this morning, this would be the worst possible situation in terms of healing my physical body. I apparently need more self-expression, not less. I also need to overcome my concern for what others (including potential employers?) think about me. I was hoping to brainstorm solutions with my therapist, but we never got that far.

My mistake, this time, was that I decided to put this particular level of exploration, which I suspect my therapist may find weird and dismiss as nonsense, into deeper context. I therefore began by establishing the mind/body/emotion/spiritual connections I perceive by expressing the origin of this thinking from my mother’s approach to dealing with apparent emotional issues in her children through changes in diets and supplements. (For a deeper explanation, see my next planned blog when it comes out and, also, “Now We’re Gummed Up”).

I was hoping to jump from this context to establishing that illness in the human body can arise not only from physical conditions but also from stress and other emotional and spiritual conditions. Basically, my mother went from physical to spiritual, but it stands to reason that, since this connection seemed true, it could also go the other way – from spiritual to physical. I meant to race through this to the particular issue I was researching today, (which, admittedly, because of what I was learning, would have required linking to the particular abuse I experienced growing up and in my marriage, so I would have been, hopefully briefly, regurgitating past events,) to the current time and things I could do now to combat the bad habits I formed, with good reason, in my past. She stopped me short by complaining that I was looking back instead of looking forward.

Since every moment of life is born from the past and leaning toward the future, as well as living in the present, I don’t see how the past and future are such strictly separate things. I also see a great benefit from drawing lessons from the past – especially when new information provides a new perspective for understanding, as it did for me this morning. I am a huge believer in learning from experience – especially bad experiences – because I believe it is a true saying that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I think, in our personal lives, we put ourselves through similar situations, over and over, until we finally learn what we need to from them. I hope one day to have a happy, mutually fulfilling marriage, so I am learning everything I can from my recent failure in marriage to avoid recreating this failure. Also, in terms of healing, if my thinking, emotions, and beliefs have caused this crippling situation, then I need to correct that by identifying what is the problem and then fixing it. I absolutely don’t want to have to keep repeating my worst experiences until I learn from them, so let me be sure I learn everything I need to from them now. My therapist, however, is worried that I’m not moving forward fast enough. She seems to think that if I just ignore everything that ever happened to me and focus on the future I want to create, alone, I’ll get there quicker.

We therefore got diverted into an entirely different discussion than the one I had hoped to have. I want healing ideas…but now I felt I had to defend the rumination required to understand what I had created in my life and why, so as to avoid creating such things in the future. It was her stated opinion that I had gotten nothing of value from any of my ruminations. I disagree. It seems to me I have learned a lot, so I started to point out recent insights into the nature of the world at large, as, for instance, that true evil does exist and that human nature is not inherently good (the image of God) but can be the opposite. I also have realized the fact that some people so self-identify with their victimization and/or self-imposed sufferings that they don’t want to let it go – to the point of feeling the need to destroy those who are trying to help them heal and be happy. It was an absolute shock to me that anyone could hate another person simply for trying to make them happy. I have also, recently, identified huge blind-spots in myself, which I doubt I will be able to fix. I must therefore find a way to work around them. I also am learning a lot about myself by reviewing who I have been, what I was trying (and failing) to achieve, and where I went wrong.

How can this be anything but helpful when it is my job, in this moment, to create a life for myself that I will love to live? How can I do that if I don’t fully understand who I am, what I need and why? I also need to know how I need to build this life, because not every way it might come into existence would be acceptable to me. It is not just that I want to live a certain way, but I want to prove to myself that I am worthy to live that way, and I need my way of life to benefit others as well. I need healthy connections with others, but at the same time, according to this morning’s revelations, I need to be less concerned with what others think about me. How do I build relationships without caring about what other’s think about me? I can understand happily rejecting those who aren’t going to accept me as I am – to a point – but I cannot reject everyone. I also can’t reject potential employers, who may demand me to conform to some image that truly isn’t me. I need the money! I could really use some help to find a way to navigate this situation.

Even as a writer who creates characters, I can’t just “POP” and have my new, hopefully improved, self fully formed and functional from nothing. I have to deal with where I’ve been, who I’ve been, what I’ve done and failed to do, and why I made the decisions I did, for better or for worse, that brought me to where I am today. This is necessary knowledge in order to build on today a future fit for me. Ignoring all of that is like an architect designing a house for a client without caring about what the client’s daily activities and needs are or what the client’s tastes might be. How can you possibly succeed in fitting a house to owners you haven’t begun to know? I’m building a future for me, so I need to know who I am.

I had barely begun broaching this topic when…oops, time is up.

Next week will, undoubtedly, bring up this issue again, however, since we didn’t properly address it this week. Neither of us had our minds changed because I didn’t express my point of view within the hour so she cannot possibly understand it, and she has already expressed her opinion, with which I disagree, but which she has not had a chance to defend in light of my objections. If either of us try to ignore this issue, we might succeed for next week, but it is guaranteed to intrude again because it is important. It is a core issue with therapy, in my opinion.

I wonder, if it would help if I begin next week’s session by pointing out the fact that, because we failed to ruminate fully in an exploration of this issue the week before, we are now doomed to repeat it.

An Exceptional Man

I got some great news yesterday. A friend of mine has met and started dating a man whom she thinks is wonderful. He might even be “The One.” I have never before seen her so happy, and it filled my heart with joy.

As she was describing this man, however, gushing about how kind, attentive, caring, etc., he seemed to be, I started to worry a bit. I have no reason to believe there is anything at all wrong with the man, whom I have never met, but I began to realize I had no reason to believe, from anything she described, that there was anything exceptionally great about him either. She liked that in months of online chatting they had moved beyond small-talk. (Personally, I don’t endure small-talk for more than an hour.) She was excited by the fact that he respected her boundaries. Isn’t that the bare minimum a normal man should do? She loved that when unexpected things happened to cause problems on their dates (car problems, traffic slowdowns, mosquitoes attacking them on an outdoor adventure) he responded with good humor instead of non-stop complaining. While this behavior is admirable, I’ve found that even a serial-complainer will stifle it on the first, few dates. It takes time to prove that this is a real, positive quality and not just an act. She loved that she could share personal things with him and not be greeted with contempt or derision. The fact that she had ever been on a date with any man who made her feel bad about her personal quirks, which I believe are a great part of her unique charm, shocked me. Such men are rude. That this man was not so horrible toward her seems to me to make him normal, not exceptional.

Here is the thing: I believe my friend is exceptional. She is beautiful – as in gorgeous. She rarely wears makeup, rarely goes to any effort at all on her hair or clothes, but she’s still remarkably lovely. When she does go to effort – look out! She is also brilliant. She is fluent in multiple languages, she has a couple degrees in sciences, a background in health and medicine, and a mind that can pierce directly to the core of any issue with astonishing clarity. On top of that, she is sweet-natured, unassuming, positive, cheerful, empathetic, and inexplicably modest. She is building her own business – two steps forward, one step back – with admirable persistence, and she is determined to be self-sufficient. She does want companionship, but she is certainly not looking for any man to support her. Her only “negative” is that she is recently divorced and a single mother of young children. I know, for some men, that is a significant turn-off, but that is their loss in this case. I believe she would be an amazing catch for anyone worthy of her. Now, however, I’m beginning to wonder if she is as aware of her value as she should be, and willing to wait for a man who will appreciate her as much as she deserves.

How badly must she have been treated in her marriage for her to believe that a man acting with normal behavior is exceptionally wonderful? I understand that, especially once a woman is married and pregnant, she will put up with a lot of behavior she shouldn’t in order to keep the marriage together for the sake of her child. I’ve been there and done that. In retrospect, I realize that my first pregnancy was the point my ex-husband turned from an apparently decent guy to an obvious a**-h*le, though he was certainly lying quite a lot before that. I spent the rest of our marriage trying to excuse inexcusable abuse and fix problems that I had not caused and had no power to change. I turned into a self-sacrificing doormat for the sake of my children, never realizing that their father was abusing them, too. It was a necessary but difficult lesson for me in the fact that true evil does exist. It was a lesson that took me far too long to learn and one that I still struggle to fully appreciate since the depth of his cruelty to his own wife and children seems too depraved to be human. Hopefully, I have now learned this lesson well enough that I will never need a refresher course. However, when I am ready to step back into the dating world, I wonder if, like my friend, I will be blown away by what should be normal behavior, since my ex was so comparatively bad. Will I become absurdly grateful for a man acting with common etiquette rather than outright rudeness? Will I be inclined to confuse basic, normal respect for “love?” Have I been so damaged by an evil man that a normal man will seem extraordinarily wonderful? Is this skewed perspective something I should watch for in myself? It may be this is a normal side-effect of abusive relationships, for which I should be on guard in my own life.

Bottom line, however, my fears for my friend are probably nothing more than my projection of my own worries for myself. They are likely nothing more than proof of the fact that, unlike her, I’m not ready yet to date. Why else would I seek out the possible negative in something that seems so overwhelmingly positive?

My friend seems smarter than I am. She got out of her bad marriage earlier. She turned her incredible intelligence into analyzing what she had done wrong and worked to fix the issues in herself that got her into that bad situation and kept her there for a while. She is now ready for real love in her life, and is in every way worthy of it. I hope she has truly found it, but I know that, even if this man isn’t “it,” she is strong and resilient. She will be fine and keep going until she does find her best partner. There is every possibility that this man is an outstanding match for her, however. I’m alarmed that she is so excited about behavior that should be minimally expected – but that doesn’t change the fact that there are, so far, no “red flags.” Her read is that he is genuine, honest, sincere in his attraction to her, respectful, emotionally available but willing to take it as slowly as she desires. She also finds him sexy and romantic in a very healthy way. He is everything she had been hoping to find in a man, and she says he seems even better than she had dared to desire. She is happy in this first flush of romance, and there is no reason to believe the love between them won’t deepen and grow continuously through time. I hope it does. In fact, I’m expecting it will! She certainly deserves the best, and her achieving it gives me hope for myself as well.

I Wish You Were Here

Dear Beloved,

I wish you were here.

Seriously.

I’m feeling so overwhelmingly lonely and alone right now, I could almost wish anyone were here, except I know better than that. I’ve learned, the hard way, that there are some people I could not endure in this moment. Then there are the majority of people, whom I could rise to the occasion to meet, greet, pretend cheerfulness, etc. I would listen to their problems and struggle to focus on them enough to find some way to help them, knowing that even just listening is often helpful. I might even feel better for a while, focusing on them, forgetting myself. Then they would leave, and the isolation would come flooding in again. I’m trying to learn how to live with it. It is like trying to learn how to breathe underwater. Somedays I think I manage well. Today, however…

I wish you were here. Really. There’s no one else I need or want – just you.

If you were here, I don’t even know if I would want to talk with you. I’m writing because there is no other way to reach you right now, but I wish there weren’t even the space of words between us.

If you were here, I would just run to you. I would wrap my arms around your wide, strong chest. I would bury my face in the crook between your shoulder and your neck, where I can breathe you in to refresh my soul. I would silently beg for you to fold me into you and just hold me. Hold me, please! I want the scent of you surrounding me. I want the touch of you against my skin, reassuring me that you are real, and solid, and here.

I know just the look you would give me – the confused frown – as you stand there, awkwardly, having no clue what to do with your arms, half-tempted to turn and run away. You would be staring down at the top of my head, wondering who this was pressing against you, and what had I done with the cheerful chatterbox you had expected to see. I would feel you shift your weight from foot to foot, until it finally occurred to you to hug me. Why did it take you so long?

“What’s the matter, Aylya?” you ask. Your deep, resonate bass rumbles gently into me. I feel it inside my chest, caressing my heart, soothing me.

I don’t want to answer. I don’t want you to hear the tears in my voice. I don’t want you to witness all my weaknesses, my fears. I just want to find my safe place, in your arms, where I am not so totally alone – the space where I can breathe again, until I can find my strength to return to my isolation. It’s O.K. if you talk, Beloved. I love hearing your voice! Just, please, don’t ask me anything.

That’s not fair. I know it.

“I miss you,” I force myself to say.

“I’m right here,” you answer, perplexed.

I nod, wanting to believe it. I want to feel safe with you. I want to know you won’t disappear. I want you to be real and really with me. I’m being quite unreasonable…but can I just steal this one moment, for as long as it will last?

One last breath, filled with the salt, cedar tang of your sweat and soap. One last brush of your large hand, pressing me gently between my shoulders. Your other hand reaches for my chin, wanting to lift my face so you can look into my eyes. You want a real connection with me, soul to soul. So do I. But when I look up, seeking it, daring to reveal to you my tear-stained face, you’re gone.

Beloved! Did it have to end so soon? I sweep the empty room with my gaze, struggling to draw air through the isolation. There is nothing to breathe. It is a suffocation of silence.

I wish you were here.