Hi Sarah,
Remember I said life seemed to be running a lot smoother lately? Well, I am now officially a confused mess lol. I've been looking at this all day and haven't for one minute liked what i found.
Does the feeling of 'oh so heavy' translates into body image?
Oh yes, spot on Sarah. Weight gain = unhappy, weight loss = happy (until it goes too far and enters really dark depression). Then there's the fight which can last years to get back to 'normal' so I can function again. And so the cycle goes on.
Who or what is it that has these thoughts and beliefs about a body?
I don't bloody (sorry) know any more, but they've damn well stuck.
Why is there a desperate need to ditch attachment to the body?
This is stopping me from progressing in my sincere wish to 'see'. I'm too attached to it. This all began when I was 22 (after the birth of my first child) and I will be 59 in August and I'm sick of the way it's taken over my life. I know, I know, who's damn life? Seems like a brick wall that I keep throwing myself at.
What do you want? Really - dig deep - what do you want?
Believe me, Sarah, I've spent a lot of the day crying and trying to 'look'. As soon as I saw your email tears immediately sprang to my eyes. It was this last question that triggered that response. This is going to be long and rambling and after you've read it you'll probably think you're wastiing you're precious time on me but please don't abandon me, I really want this.
I want to die Sarah. There, it's out. I thought I physically wanted this so around 2 years ago I took one and a half times the fatal dose of my anti-depressants. I haven't been taking them for about 6 months now because they are not the 'answer'. How can you deal with life if tablets are 'making you feel better'? All this got me was a year with a therapist, 2 years of Navigo and 5 days of feeling shitty. Oh, along with a lovely conversation with the A & E doctor about how lucky I was. Lucky!!!! My friend ( who took me to the hospital) insisted on telling my daughter and son, and besides their obvious concern, they no longer trust me to be 'ok' on my own which creates more problems than you may think.
So then I started earnestly searching for 'something to make things better'. I'd already read a library of books dealing with grief which seemed like mush to cover up devastation. I'd also read lots of 'afterlife' stuff, trying to convince myself I would see my dearest Michael again, but I am incapable of holding that belief. I'd also read Butterflies are Free to Fly which really interested me but I couldn't engage with the 'infinite I' idea. I have no religious beliefs (sometimes I wish I did for the comfort it may bring). What had always sustained me was the great love between myself and Michael, and now he is gone. The love will always remain with me.
After my suicide attempt I read all of Jed McKenna's books and they gripped me for a while but I didn't have enough fight in me for such a massive effort he seemed to propose. Also read the 'My Big Toe' (theory of everything) trilogy and other no-self/not knowing kind of books. Then in my desperate search (and it has been desperate sometimes) I found 'Marked Eternal' leading to Liberation Unleashed.
When I first answered the question 'what are you looking for' my answer was honest and genuine, I sincerely just wanted to stop fighting life and what it has done to me. Right from school age it seems to have been so hard and I am exhausted with the effort of maintaining this story.
But Sarah, I think I've been lying (to myself, never to you). This is just another attempt at non-existence. I want out and can't because of my family. I'm living a life I don't want to live because I can't put my family through the agony of not being able to help. And feeling sorry for myself to boot!
Sorry this has been such a long ramble Sarah, but the day has been rough and it needed to come out.
Answer - What do i want? Blessed relief from life and anguish. And I also want you to kick my backside Sarah. This is not 'looking'.
It seems so ridiculous to be affected so much by a damn story. I 'know' there is no me so why is all this stuff sticking?
Love Jackie
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