I went on facebook this morning and saw pictures of a bunch of my friends at dinner the night before for a friend’s birthday. Why wasn’t I invited? I feel like all the people I invite to do things with me don’t think to invite me. Am I the friend no one really likes, but no one wants to tell? Why do I go through so much effort to include people or spend time with people who are not willing to do the same for me? Am I choosing friends unwisely? Why does everyone else seem to have a close group of friends and I’m always sort of a friend? I feel if I stopped reaching out, I’d only have 3 or 4 friends. Is there something inherently wrong with me? Am I not lovable? Am I just preparing to leave the country and life is just making it easier to go? I think this a common human issue and a lot of us feel like this not knowing it just isn’t true. Not realizing a lot of other people feel this way too. Or knowing it’s a lie, but not knowing how to stop the reaction from happening.
I had a session with my coach today and a lot of this came up in the session. Summary of the process: I feel like a small child in a dark room crying out for help and no one is coming. This comes up a lot for me in process. I felt the infant cry so hard until the nervous system had to shut down to keep the baby from dying. Something is wrong and I cry out, but no one is coming and I can’t fix it. I don’t know how to fix it. I can’t do it and no one else will. As an infant the only thing I could do was shut down and energetically leave my body because I couldn’t fix what was wrong. I can’t move forward. I can’t move because if I do, no one will follow. If I move forward, I will have to do it alone. I will be alone in the world. I feel like the sales brochure for life was wrong. I paid for, signed up for two. I was promised two. There is no two, it’s just me. No mommy is coming to help me. No mate is coming to share his life with me. There is no knight is shining armour (stupid stupid fairy tales). There is no two. There never was. I feel lied to. This is not what I came here for. Near the end of the process I felt like my arms and legs were disintegrating, slowing evaporating up off the table. This was fascinating. I was becoming not solid. I was disintegrating into everything around me – ONE. There was a small part of me that wasn’t happy about this experience. If I disintegrate, I will be nothing. I don’t want to be nothing. If I’m not part of two, am I nothing?
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