Will This Pain Ever Cease? If I can Help it

I need to confess something, no matter how ridiculous, why I do not update my blog often this year, something I am reporting to you tonight because it causes me too much distress, and I can’t take hiding it anymore.  Maybe you can understand.  Maybe this will make me out to sound crazy.  Or maybe, in the course of writing this, I’ll find the strength to do away with this so I can move on and just write whatever I want to again!

I am too overly concerned over the stupidest details that flash by my way while I am trying to concentrate on other things I am enjoying working on. One tiny detail associated with a person(s) I have emotional hardship over, and it can throw my focus off course, ruining an entire day.  I’m not being dramatic in saying that it’s been such a problem that I’ve spent entire weeks offline in order to avoid even the slightest chance of seeing a photo, or even catching names and news, but nothing I do blocks out their existence.  And their existence by proxy reminds me that they have blocked me out of theirs. It’s an unavoidable shunning-kind-of-thing, because unlike being offline, despite all our apps and settings to keep people we want to avoid out of our notice, we’ll still know they exist, especially if they are friends with our friends and their friends are friends your friends, and there’s just no getting around it.  Offline, if someone lives thousands of miles away, they’re gone, no way we gonna bump into them at the grocery store unless they want to spend thousands of dollars for that plane ticket to come surprise us at home, in which case, highly doubtful.  Besides…  if one of us wanted to stalk the other we’d have to be rich in order to do it if we lived such long distance anyway.  So a cyber-block is cool.  I’m okay with that.  People have their reasons.  Even if they’re wrong.

There is not much I can do to curb the comings and goings of other people who will criss-cross my path.  I have many friends, and those friends are mutual friends with former friends, including those few individuals who have deliberately made the choice to block me for every reason from the tame to the so-very-unnecessarily-not-right.  I am only counting at present three (not counting anyone from the past), and one of those is my own brother, whom I still talk to, we just don’t talk online to respect our privacy (a good thing because we drive each other crazy).  As for the other two, I do not know their reasons, truly, why, nor can I speak for them.

I, unfortunately, have blocked people, too, but only under great stress, giving some friends way too many chances.  I’m like that.  I shouldn’t be so nice, and yet I like being nice.  I don’t throw away friends.  I even unblocked folks as well.  I let people back into my life even others warn me it isn’t wise.

My heart doesn’t “no”.

Tonight’s upset happened when I read the briefest broken English comments from a reply to a reply I made at an old website where someone claims to be someone I don’t hear from anymore, but isn’t, and the said comments (even though already deleted at said site) still get filtered into my email.  I end up reading what I’m thinking is directed to me, but it’s just someone being stupid, however indirectly they describe me as a “complication” that deterred the website designer from using the site as a form of amusement, telling the reader that they are “okay” to be in contact with them.  Ugh.

So I feel the bitterest, littlest inkling of paranoia creep up my backside, as if I’m to blame for the most terrible of atrocities known to old friend — because why else would they have stopped talking to me?  The old feelings of being singled out again because I’m different and because I can’t be included because that person does not want to be friends with me even though they seemed over joyed to be so, and I thought that they wanted to be closer because they once planned to make a personal visit to my home just made me seem like I was romantically chasing them…  Blah, blah, blah…  My thoughts race back & forth like a ping-pong match in hell.  I drop everything, my tears don’t burst, I just start to silently crumble into disgust with myself in such a poetic way, it’s beyond pathetic, it’s self hate at its most putrid.

But this isn’t just tonight.  I hate to, yet I have to admit it, finally, to you, that this is every night for the past nine months!  I’ve been slowly killing myself, stressing over what this former friend may or may not think about me.  It’s not if they are truly the one behind those comments I read tonight, it’s the comments I imagine they would say inside my mind that torture me.  I can’t blame anyone.  Only the pain of grief — the same grief I still feel over the kind of relationship I had with my mother — we always debated and critiqued religion, philosophy, life, everything, anything, nothing I did pleased her and she always had to put a damper on my enthusiasm.

It was only until she was on her deathbed that she winked “Yes” to me when I asked her if she was proud of me.

I don’t blame her for everything or anything anymore either.  The origins of our problems may start with our parents and background, but it is how we live the rest of our lives that we choose to make a difference in how we turn out.  Never forget I just said that.  Remember I’m doing that.  It’s not easy. But you should try it.

I sometimes make myself feel better by imagining I can talk to her, or that friend of mine, late at night when I cannot sleep, and tell them everything I want to say.  I wish I could do that, right now, right here, on this blog, but such a thing cannot be done.  I am already taking a risk writing about my feelings now.  I feel like I’m leaving myself out in the sun.  I might bake.

My mother is dead.  That’s one thing.  But the living are young, and they get online, and they have vast networks of friends, friends who read what I have to say, or happen upon what I write, and people talk, because people always talk.  I also tell myself people don’t care as much as they can care, too.  Some friends have told me that they will not talk to me anymore if I talk about the friend I miss.

Oh, did I forget to mention the other — the second friend who blocked me nine months ago?  That’s a different matter, the one I don’t want to talk about. That one followed the other in quitting me, as if one kicking me down wasn’t enough, the other had to get their kick in to keep me down, at least that is how it felt.  Again, I cannot speak for them, I can only speak for how I feel, and it is unhealthy for me to keep on suppressing my feelings like this.  I also could do without the threat of losing any more friends.  I’ve been “good” — I’m not addicted to anyone or any substance, I’m not found longing for an imaginary lover or obsessing over anyone, and yet — ta da!  here I am proving I am obsessing! — it’s just a different matter, being stuck in a loop of relationship communication difficulty preventing me from being able to really be friends with anyone.  Will this pain ever cease?  If I can help it — !

I pay professionals to talk to, I get therapy, I do all the things I’m supposed to in order to stay healthy and keep a steady mind, and I journal privately, yet I do not have anyone to really, really talk to like I used to.  I don’t want pity.  I have enough sorrow to go around the world.  Just bits of me are dying each night while I fight this battle to stay sane and pursue my happiness, part of that happiness is claiming peace of mind, and you know what?  There are times I cry out, “Please stop this pain already, [name of person], please, if I ever meant anything to you, stop hating me now.”  It may not do anything to actually make me feel better, but that’s something they would say, so then I tell myself to stop policing me with that and just feel like myself without imagining their criticism already!

One thing I haven’t done is Witchcraft to help me with my problem.  I have been dealing with it on a strictly meditation basis, guarding my thoughts in order to not spread the will to harm.  It’s a practice I always put into motion whenever I am out of sorts and it has served me well.  Even when someone wishes me ill will, I don’t return the favor, I have to let it drop off me like water off a duck’s back (or I try awfully hard to).  I had my breaking points in my youth, however, but I decided to no longer wish harm, let alone cause it.

The only magic I’ve used is my favorite practice: Divination — why?

Because sometimes the only thing I have is to give myself is something to look forward to.  A future, besides doing something you love, is a very important key to keeping happiness, and we all must do what we can to pursue it well, especially when people fail us, because we can always count on them to do just that (that’s why we learn to trust ourselves more).

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6 thoughts on “Will This Pain Ever Cease? If I can Help it

  1. You can’t allow the small things to bother you. If someone decide to block you. It is their loss. Some people have tender skin. If real friends. They will return. Better to stay positive and find people and things you enjoy. We can’t make all people happy.

    1. Exactly right!

      However, I don’t know if I mentioned it, but it’s the memories, especially the best ones, that can hurt, too. Staying positive has been a practice of mine, however cancelling out and ignoring the grief that naturally comes at the loss of friendship also can be unhealthy. I’ve been working on balancing both. It’s a tricky thing. But the most important is to make myself happy. They are no longer with me, I have myself to work on and take care of. What made me happy was being friends. They were a large part of my life for over twelve years, they were like family, part of my soul. Their silence is a death — a shunning a kind of bullying adults do to break the spirit — I won’t let it kill me. Writing about it is putting an end to the silence.

      Believe you me, I know it’s their loss! I’m an awesome person. It wasn’t my decision to end any relationships. It’s tragic when a good friend decides to turn their back on an other. I don’t understand it. You’re right. If they were real, they’ll return, but after nine months, I don’t know… There’s more to it. It was a cutting off for no reason other than it was wanted by the other parties because they did not want to be friends and it was SUDDEN. When faced with no answers, and no mutual friends willing to talk to me about it, I took it as all my fault for months. I didn’t know what to believe. Talking about it does death to the small things. Since last night/early this morning, I feel a big release.

      What I do believe in is love. I personal motto is “I Love” and it’s all I know and I’m sticking to it. I can’t make everyone happy, true, but no one’s going to kill my heart or how I love. I may hurt. Yet I stay strong.

    1. I read that last night and just now responded! Your post was very timely! Thank you. Yes, I do believe something was in the air. We were on the same breath of emotion, Blau Stern, and we’re both recovering from illness, too, if I remember right. That’s when we really truly find out who’s our closest and dearest. I liked how you put things. My reply to you really helped me unload and put things into further perspective.

      My reply to John Coyote’s reply ( johncoyote.wordpress.com ) also helped me relax and further fix my own motivation to get back on track.

      I think I can finally “go on with the show” here and finish previous blog posts I wanted to write and post the art I’ve been dying to display. I really should post a big, deep update on how I’ve been, too. My mental and physical health has been like a roller coaster, but I think I’m near ready…

      I’m going to be changing things here, too. Sometimes “a new frock can brighten up one’s day” 🙂

      1. I am glad you are healing through some of the feedback you have gotten. I am in no real crisis here, just telling a tale about how friends come and go over my lifetime so far. Unfortunately so far the deep brain stimulator has not helped my neurological condition at all, so it is a pain in the ass to carry this around all day and wears me out. Take care.

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