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I think it’s too easy to blame our relationship concerns on ‘addiction’.  Some people in our lives are our medicine and having them in our lives helps us heal, just as surely as some others are toxic poisons and make us sick and harm us.

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What does my all time favorite movie and my all time favorite man share in common for me?  Healing.  Plain and simple – healing.

I’ve been doing some thinking lately (of course) about the man I am in love with who has ‘dismissed’ me from his life.

I think about what I’ve heard people discuss about ‘addictive relationships’.  I have a related yet different take on the subject.

Humans, as a social species, are INTENDED to heal through human relationships.  We will be drawn to such healing powers like magnets.  Science has provided us now with quite a wide array of ‘psychotropic medications’ to attempt to ‘fix’ what ails our emotions, our brains, our minds.  But do they EVER heal our heart and soul?

Some people become addicted to ‘street drugs’, some to prescribed drugs.  What matters to me in my thinking right now is that there are times and conditions that cause us to NEED medicine.  Sometimes these required medicines produce side effects.  The complications of some love relationships, to me, are the side effects of the healing medicine the relationship itself produces.

I ask the question of myself, “Were you, are you, Linda, addicted to this man?”  No, but as I have no real choice but to inch my way forward in time without contact with him, I continue to search for ways to lessen my sadness.  If “knowledge is power” and “the truth will set me free,” then perhaps a combination of the two will allow me to put some gold in this pan of mine and allow me to toss back the dull, unappealing, useless gravel that serves the beauty of my life absolutely no purpose.

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In today’s world of media access I suggest that each of us probably has at least one favorite movie.  This favorite movie of mine fits like a key into the lock of my being.  It in-forms me of things I most need to know.  It provides me access to some of my most important inner feelings.  It resonates with my essence.  And, yes, not surprisingly it is a child’s movie.

I watch and re-watch The Secret Garden primarily because through the eye of the camera that filmed it, through the actions of the people who participate in the telling of its story, through its scenes and scenery, I can repeatedly glimpse the surest information I have ever had access to about what it MIGHT be like to be a child.

Watching living, breathing, active children in real life does not give me what I need to look into my own secret places and try to discover if I have ANY information within myself about what being MY OWN child was like.  So far, at 58 years of age, I still have no other clues but the ones that I discover anew each time I closely watch every second of this film.  This process, on some deep and very real profound levels, heals me.  I know it.  This movie, as a form of a work of art,  is one of my ‘medicines’.

Spending time with the man I am in love with was also a medicine to me.  I don’t even think the person himself is the medicine.  The medicine was what happened when I was with him, as if the combination of the two of us being together resulted in a lock opening to our own secret garden that freed me – and I believe at times him also – to exist for those times in a world where troubles dissipated.  In that world I felt calm, safe, peaceful, happy, joyous, entertained, connected. grounded, and well.

People in connected relationship DO heal one another as they also experience healing themselves.  Humans are created this way, of this I have no doubt.  Our entire feel-good chemical system in our bodies is connected to this fact.  That is what safe and secure attachments are all about.

However, neither the man I love, nor I, experienced what we needed of safe and secure early attachment relationships as our body-brain-mind formed in our early childhoods, which of course left us at greatest risk of – quite simply – letting our insecure attachment patterns destroy the ‘us’ of our relationship.

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When it comes to the very real ‘soft tissue’ of my heart’s ache, it is not to the technical information that I turn to.  Nonetheless, I have this foundational information to support my inner healing work.  The man of my love no doubt has what experts would call (using various technical explanations) a dismissive-avoidant insecure attachment disorder.

This simply means that his brain formed to operate primarily by categorizing, compartmentalizing and sealing off any incoming or inner information that feels uncomfortable.  He can dismiss and avoid discomfort because his brain-mind was formed that way.  At the same time, if his brain were to be scanned by an expert the actual emotional energy working behind the screen of his consciousness would STILL be visible.

All that his dismissive-avoidant (organized) insecure attachment style is really accomplishing is that what he feels can remain nearly completely ‘out of sight, out of mind’.  But because this insecure attachment pattern is included among the ‘organized’ rather than ‘disorganized’ ones, he can carry on his life just fine – and certainly that can mean without me.  He might appear extremely narcissistic from the outside, but so what.  He convinces himself he always gets what he wants – and he probably does.

Then, on the other hand, there’s me with my disoriented-disorganized insecure attachment disorder.  It is entirely ‘my problem’ that I ‘oriented and organized’ my emotional universe around my attachment to this man.  NOT his problem – nor should it be.  Yet none of this changes the fact that I am left — now that my 35 years of being a mother with a child under the age of 18 in the house has vanished as my orienting-organizing center, now also without this 8 year plus relationship in my life that also gave me an orienting-organizing center — to face the full splendor of what is really going on inside of me.

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Having a movie for a healing medicine is a whole lot simpler and easier to depend on than having a connection with a special person for a healing medicine.  In either case, both these medicines temporarily alleviate my deep, ancient-to-me underlying major sadness and depression that was ‘impressed into me’ by my extremely abusive mother.  Watching the movie vanquishes the depression for a time.  Being with the man I love also vanquished the depression for a time.  Is there, for me, anything like a more permanent solution?

I honestly don’t know.  I am as yet completely opposed to consuming psychotropics (or street drugs including alcohol) because I believe that my combination of depression, posttraumatic stress disorder, and identity, depersonalization, derealization and dissociation disorders are far, far too complex to be ‘healed’ with drugs.  I do not believe that they would act as medicines to me, and I am not willing to deal with the side effects.  [Please do not take my personal opinions regarding this issue over into your own pasture.  I am me.  You are you.  Always consult your medical providers about your own concerns.]

If missing this man in my life is one of the side effects of having spent many, many healing hours in his presence, so be it.  I discovered through my relationship with him the best of feelings I never – until then – ever even knew existed.  And of course I both miss those feelings as well as deeply miss HIM, the person who is most special to me of all I’ve ever met in this lifetime (my children, of course, being in a different category all of their own).

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We cannot ignore the tragedies created within human relationships caused by insecure attachment disorders.  Nor do I believe we have any chance of healing these relationships themselves if we do not and cannot address the insecure attachment systems that doom them. We need to be crystal clear that most often the ‘fault’ — or fissure that destroys many otherwise healing relationships belongs to the insecure attachment disorders themselves — not to the individual people that form these relationships.

I am not going to demean, disregard, or distort anything about my relationship and feelings in connection with this man.  I honor the whole of it all.  I can accept that healing of a medicinal nature was transpiring for me, but this does not indicate an addiction.  That both of our insecure attachment histories would prevent a sustaining, long term, two-way-committed relationship from blossoming between us seems obvious to me.  Knowing this does not make losing him in my life one single bit easier.

He can shut off awareness of feelings and conflicts and I cannot.  He lives his life.  I live mine.  Yes, I miss him.  Terribly with anguish.  Yet at the same time I can focus my efforts to find all the other experiences in this world that can each help to heal me.  I’m going to start by ordering myself my own copy of my favorite movie so I no longer have to rely on the public library when I want to watch it.  This might be just a small thing, but it will help me.

I must look for all the ways I can nurture myself.  After all, the very roots of the word ‘medicine’ are feminine, and the word relates to what affects our well being.  That is fundamentally what I am after – improved well being.  I need well being as much now as I did every time I was able to be at that man’s side and feel better than I did without him.  I never took one single second of that time with him for granted.  I was clear in appreciating every second I was with him.  I valued that time.  I was grateful.  I knew I was being given the gift of a precious blessing.  Of that I am certain.

Yet today I must search for and find my medicine elsewhere.  All this being said – I am going for a walk — as always, by putting one foot in front of the other so I can move forward.  Dick and Jane, see Linda go.  “Go Linda!  Go!”

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