June 25, 2023
CFW earlier, Genesis now
I became aware of why I’m on healing subs.
Why I don’t/won’t date.
Why I isolate.
Why I fear success.
All of that.
It’s a fear of being rejected, hinging on trauma from my mother at a young age. This isn’t some "I read about it’ story. CFW has been digging these last 2 weeks, and I’ve been slowly dropping my resistance to it. I even had a dream last night and what I still feel now is that normal response in my gut. I put up a wall so I won’t be hurt. I lock up my feelings.
That same feeling I have at work. I’m the one driver in our company who chose not to get his CDL license. I’ve bloomed in a lot of different places, but I’ve still had this fear–bear with me here, I’m going to lay this out. I see it like a direct reflection of my childhood with my mom.
I’ll take my driver tests, get my medical card…and fear uncovering this painful reality. When younger, I prepped and smoozed, seeking my mother’s love and attention. This was something I could achieve, so I thought.
Mom wasn’t emotionally available or willing to love me. She had her own real traumas and kept it down daily with alcohol. I see her now, with fear in her eyes, likely reliving her own traumas daily. I just thought I could be loved by her. And I was wrong. I ended up believing something was bad about me; I felt unloveable. I blamed myself, I hated myself, and I turned to my brothers and others to earn love there. Inside me was a mess of blame, self-accusation, and self-hate constantly reminding me of my failure. This accusation I’ve worn all my life.
So, life has become small due to this belief that I need to protect myself from anyone’s rejection. i’ve even partially succeeded. But this doesn’t feel right. I’ve rejected myself countless times each day. I’ve held stuff in, fearing rejection constantly.
However, something is changing. I want it to change too. CFW seems to be disintegrating some internal holdups slowly. I could get into the dreaming stage now, and I’m even afraid to do that.
I have been reliving this trauma all my life. CFW is whittling it down. Right now I’m edging on tears, wishing to wail loudly to LET IT OUT.
And damn, I’ll admit this. i remember being on DR, I think, maybe Regeneration. I remember listening to some 80’s tune which touched me, and I remember crying the loudest I ever had. It was significant since I lived in a rented room, constantly trying to be unheard and unknown. Looking back, I was trying not to hear that myself. I was doing that rejection to myself, and I felt it. I wrote about it in a journal here.
I’m there now, needing to expel stuff. I’ve feared the very thing I’ve sought after.
And I’ve hung on to writing still this morning since I find myself rejecting me. I’ve always thought others were more loving to me than I was. That’s my life. I’m wondering “how/where/can I change this?”