Friendships have always been so hard for me. So often I would have a friend for a year or two and then they would just fade out of my life, exactly like they were going on a trip and left me behind. I accept that now. I realize that the depth of the connection that I made was not reciprocated or accepted. I am okay with that now. Some loved me, some didn’t.
I started classifying others as work friends, college friends, Reiki friends, volunteer friends (people I met through my volunteering) to signify where I met them, because I needed to remind myself that they might not be around in my life beyond a job move, a college class, a Reiki class or a volunteer project. I needed to remind myself, because it was so often true and really hurt my heart when it happened. I don’t think that it has ever stopped hurting.
Being online was difficult for me for so many years, while trying to connect to others. I realize now that many of the people I interacted with were not trying to connect to others or give to others. Being on message boards and email groups I found it very difficult to find friends. It was fine if I was content to just give and give, but if I needed something I found it hard to connect to one who would want to be there for me, even to answering one of my posts or giving me support. I really had to learn boundaries online, still working on that online and in person.
I still enjoy giving to others, but also I want to make healing connections with others online and in person. I could have interactions with a hundred people on average before I found a friend, online and off. So many of those have just disappeared. Am I the ghost or are they? Do I sometimes disappear from others lives as well? Yeah I guess I do when they have wounded me beyond words or explanations. I try not to do that to others who are non-abusive, but sometimes my own stuff is overwhelming, so I get it why others disappear.
Finally when I started blogging I really started to meet people who I felt I was connecting to. Each time a blog friend shuts down their blog it hurts me so bad. They were just gone. I know it is not about me. But it feels so sad to me. The loss seems so huge. Some moved on with big issues still to work on, some moved on to get away from everyone and everything, some moved on because they had healed some and wanted a life, and some had healed a lot. I get that. Each time someone is very busy or dealing with their own stuff, I am saddened by another loss, a wish that there was hope of a friendship, more interactions, a stronger connection . I realize everyone has their own life, their own work, their own struggles, their own unhealed stuff, and their own need for their own healings, but I wish for more from others. For the time being I am content taking care of myself and doing all the things that I am able to do and that I love.
I wish that I didn’t need others. I wish that I wasn’t an extrovert. I wish that I didn’t love others. I wish that I was better at all this than I am. I wish that this was all so much easier for me than it is, working on that. I used to be lonely all the time when I was alone. In the past three years I am not lonely. That is a much nicer way to be.
I know that doesn’t solve anything, but sometimes I wish I wasn’t me so that it could be easier. This was the fondest wish and the major desire in my life, to be someone else, for the first twenty years of my life. For the past ten years or so I can say that I love myself a lot. I get why I am loveable and I like that. It took a lot of work and I am proud of all my healing work.
Sometimes my own stuff, my health issue, etc etc etc gets in the way of reaching out to support others and getting more support. My health almost always gets in the way of everything. I really really hate that, but I accept that is what I am dealing with. I am working on taking the best care of myself as possible. I won’t leave me, not even for a bit, and that is the most important thing, I’m always up for the challenge.
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