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I feel loved by L, by D, by the Buddhist chaplain I met, by people . . . whom it feels like I showed my true self . . . they saw my true self beyond the frenetic layer of personality and didn’t run away, i feel comfortable, loyal even
D saw me and called me out, she got to see a part of me that had not come out, so this part is loyal to her, ofc i feel more loved by her than anyone else because she is one of the few people “i” came out for https://t.co/EWKbZYTrqK
i am grateful to every single person in my life who called me out on my shit i remember them all. my 7th grade teacher who didn’t take shit from me even though i was the prodigy this therapist, D, who i met for one session that i will remember for the rest of my life
the buddhist chaplain i ran into randomly. we had tea, and i stared into her eyes for what felt like an eternity. i asked her a thousand questions in silence. in silence, there was rest of my frenetic personality-self
@jessicamalonso comes to me this way, she is a living embodiment of this book https://t.co/4QLGyo9rHQ
i often wondered what made these people special—why when i thought about whom i feel loved by, i think undoubtedly of them—though they are people i have spent some of the least time with (< 2 hours, two of them), yet they have such an impact on my heart? this is why
they met me at a time when my garments could be slipped off, and met me there they told me they loved me for something beyond the frenetic wall of self, it had dissolved into emptiness not “circling,” not authentic relating; silently communing https://t.co/3tgFehgwXE
> The people I end up feeling the most loved by are people who somehow managed to sit with me in emptiness till I felt loved by them, for a part of me that wasn’t trying to impress them. https://t.co/IaYSqVzQHR