I'm not feeling lonely; I’m savoring it.
These feelings do not mean what I think they mean. Pain is not the enemy. These stories I imagine about how I feel are just opinions with embellishments.
It seems I'm compelled to write to the men and women that betrayed their Loves, lives, and selves directly.
As we all do who are angry, hurt, shame-filled and unskillful, "we automatically want to cover over the pain in one way or another," adds Chödrön, "identifying with victory or victimhood." I reality I have at times alternated between both rolls in an attempt to avoid what seems like desperate, despair-inducing loneliness. I can not blame C for K for that. I am very clear it is my lack of emotional skill, experience, and training.