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The lighthouse

There I was, adrift amongst the ocean of monotonous routine and empty acts that had become my life, lost in a loneliness and pointlessness that had no horizon. The vastness and emptiness was consuming. Every attempt to fill this void with false people, empty relationships and hopeless hobbies. I was treading water, trying to keep my head above the surface whilst enduring wave after wave of loneliness, insecurity and frustration. I feared that I would be out here forever.

But then I saw her, a lighthouse, high upon the cliff, her radiance and light serving as a beacon telling me that there is hope. That genuine people and real connections do exist.

Though from where she stood upon the cliff she could not always see how far her light could stretch. Nor could she tell how many could see it. And sometimes all she could see was the drop.

She wasn’t always perfect either. At times she was cracked and broken, sometimes near thepoint of collapse. But her light remained true and bright. And as I was drawn to it my eyes were opened to how even those of us who were broken could still save others. And I learned how loving another could teach me how to start loving myself.

As a lighthouse may be just a building to somebody on land it can save the lives of those at sea.

The art of stillness

I’ve always been one for talking. Ever since I was a child I would talk on end. Even to this day I can find it difficult to remain silent. This is due to a variety of deep seeded insecurities and a fear of coming across as boring or disatisfying. Though over the years I have found that with practice it has become easier. This is not to say that I do not see the enjoyment or satisfaction of a genuine conversation. But my words were often without meaning or place.

However it was in early December of 2019 that I discovered how truly joyous and peaceful it could be to spend a few moments in silence and stillness. One of my closest friends and I met up that afternoon and decided to go for a walk, one of our favourite pass times. We strolled down to the creek in the forest near her house where we sat for a while. And that’s when I found a real calmness and tranquility. Whilst sitting at the side of the creek I realised that, for the first time in a while, I had nothing to say, and so I said nothing. I simply took in my surroundings and enjoyed being there with my friend. I listened to the water in the creek, watched the trees dance and bend in the wind and listened to the wind blow through them and would watch my friend as she sat on the rock with her feet in the water, admiring her innocence and presence in the moment. As we walked back to her house I realised that it had been a long time since I had felt so peaceful and content. To have been able to enjoy a moment for what it was and for two friends to enjoy eachothers silent company left me feeling balanced and happy. Feelings that I had never found in idle conversation. This is something that I will strive to continue and to perfect. More can be said in silence than in 1000 pointless words.

“The only people who will be upset by the raising of your boundaries are the ones who were benefiting from you not having any”

My experience with ayahuasca

fearfall

When I was a child, my parents took me to Rainbow’s End in Auckland, New-Zealand. Being the impulsive child I was, I dived at the tallest ride in the park. Before I knew it I was strapped into a seat which took me and a few others up a massive pole. At the very top, one would enjoy views all over Auckland; that is, before we were suddenly dropped. The drop may have only lasted five or ten seconds, but they were the longest seconds of my life. I begged for the ride to be over and it completely killed my motivation to go on most rides again. I used to get a thrill out of being scared, but this fear was another level altogether. That is exactly what my experience with Ayahuasca was like: being strapped into this thing with no control over its course.
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Suicide

I sit before a plainly dressed, earnest woman and my new case worker. My case worker introduces the woman as a psychiatrist in training. No time is wasted before my mind is picked apart, dissected, analysed like a specimen under a microscope. I am asked a series of questions, questions I have been asked so many times I could rehearse it all back to them. Continue reading “Suicide”

Narcissists and toxic relationships

Many highly sensitive people/empaths are magnets for narcissists. This is not because we are like them, but because we are light to their darkness, Shahida Arabi writes.

“Regardless of any of our vulnerabilities, we exhibit the gorgeous traits of empathy, compassion, emotional intelligence and authentic confidence that their fragile egotism and false mask could never achieve.”

This post is about some of the strategies the narcissist and other toxic people use to maintain control over their victims. It will cover love bombing, projection, abusing what we’ve told them, jealousy, stone walling, scapegoating, gas lighting, isolation, hoovering, smear campaigns, and finally, discarding.  Continue reading “Narcissists and toxic relationships”

Disenfranchised grief

A few years ago I discovered the term “disenfranchied grief”. The term describes grief that is not acknowledged by society. I think a lot of HSPs may be able to relate to this type of grief as, like most things, we tend to experience loss and separation more acutely. We love deeply and we grieve just as deep. It is hard for people to understand how we can hurt so much (or for so long) over something which seems relatively small or unimportant. We may find ourselves grieving the death of a relationship as though the person has died. We may grieve a friend as though we’ve broken up with a romantic partner (there is a great article on Psychology Today where Seth writes about how the emotional bond people feel with a close friend is as close or closer than the bond with their romantic partner). It may not even be a person we grieve, but an animal, object, place or loss of physical or mental function. Yet in our society, it is hard to get the same sympathy and support for these things as people do when someone, such as a family member, has died. Or when we’ve broken up with our partner. Sometimes we cannot even speak about our loss due to stigma. It may have been a secret relationship or we may have been diagnosed with a sexually transmitted infection. This also leads to disenfranchised grief. Continue reading “Disenfranchised grief”

Mistress of the Sea

Mistress of the Sea, they call you.

But I now know you were a siren,

And I was a sailor riding your sea of bitterness and sorrow,

Lured by your enchanting music

To shipwreck on the rocky coast of your island.  

Swim Sea Water Mystical Wave Sirens Mermaid
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The idea of you

I cannot shake the idea of you

Your sweetness a computer program installed in my head and heart.

It cannot be deleted

even now I find it’s infected with viruses

that are taking over my entire system,

destroying me from the inside out.

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