The
Doc explores the sting in the words “Move On” – its toxic quality, it’s painful
effect and, most important, the liberating emotional antidote!
The Stress Doc Alternative to Just “Move
On”: The Inner Journey of Letting Go
Why do
I grimace (for sure on the inside, if not facially) upon hearing the words,
“It’s time to move on,” “I’ve moved on,” and/or “You need to move on”? It’s not just or even mostly a feeling of
rejection. This person can even be “so
over me.” The pain comes from not being
truly seen or heard. In fact, the
individual is projecting herself onto me, verbalizing her own less comfortable
place regarding honest self-disclosure.
Why am I “dragging things out?”
is less a question of concern and more an aggressive move to cover angst. It’s a tactic that says, “I do not want to be
vulnerable; I do not want to experience the emotions that would emerge in an
honest and intimate give-and-take.” Or, You analyze too much: One turns self-doubt into an accusation or
negative label foisted on another. Whether
actions or reactions, mostly a defensive ploy, overtly or unconsciously
intended to distract and diminish, enabling the other to gain time or throw up
a wall, to seize the “high ground” or gain the upper hand. It’s called, “When the best defense is being
offensive!” … And again, the motivation: first and foremost –
self-protection.
Maybe there’s
also fear that her hostile side might be exposed. When one does not want “to dwell on” themselves
(like someone they know; again,
another pejorative, self-protective term), in contrast “to dwell in,” there’s
no inclination to explore a fearful-fragile inner world beyond a safely
comfortable, defensive ego-point. (Or
they may want to shut the psychic door and make the room “off-limits” for one
and all, including themselves.) There’s
no willingness to empathize or engage with a different, a more candid and
complex perspective. I am asking her to
stretch with me a little; to work to get past her fear and shame filters; for each
of us to open our eyes and heart, just for a brief while. For we both
know there’s no turning back the cold and calloused hands of time.
As a
slow (and a deep) reader of emotions, I need to experience the kaleidoscopic
pattern of feelings. Susceptible to the
shift of high and low moods, to the interplay of mindsets light and dark germinating
in the shadows, I dive into the psychic-grief wellspring again and again. And finally, revelation, emerging with
another layer of understanding; the wound further cleansed. Perhaps having a
depressive-sensitive-aggressive-creative temperament extends the process and
expands the potential of mourning. This
leads to a realization that when it comes to two-word “Get Over It” mantras, I
prefer dropping an “O” and adding an “I”.
The Psycho-Philosophical Shift
Why
not “Move In” before any seemingly confident pronouncements about the need or
readiness to “Move On?” First of all,
when it comes to intimate relationship separations and endings, it’s probably a
lot wiser to move out than move
in. Having your own separate space, for me, at least, a room of one’s own, is vital for “R & R – Reflection & Writing.
Of late, I also seek a sacred
space – a support group – which allows me both: a) to talk out loud, to
hear myself think, to overcome inhibition, to experience feelings, and b) to
see my conscious and unconscious reflection in the mirror of another’s share. The individuals and group – in all our
collective wisdom and folly – for me, becomes the higher power.
“Move
In” is less a physical or external location than a process of turning inward,
grappling with emotional memories, past and present pain, while facing an
uncertain if not seemingly empty horizon.
It’s about finding trustworthy others who can see you – strengths and vulnerabilities – more
deeply than you can see yourself. “Move
In” means “Confronting the Intimate FOE.”
(See more below.) Such inner
confrontation involves, for example, embracing a fear of abandonment, as well
as discovering kindred spirits also seemingly lost on separate islands. And, alas, finally acknowledging your
powerlessness to have the other “Move In” to her space let alone yours. When both parties of a separation want to travel
together for a short while, to use their grief journey to grow emotionally,
“Move In” has another possibility: mutually
working in the direction of honest sharing (without the blaming), reaching closure
with less dirt in the wound. But often
times, this psychological nexus is not to be.
Still,
take heart from the words of the French-Algerian Nobel Prize-winning author,
Albert Camus: Once we have accepted the fact of loss, we understand that the loved
one obstructed a whole corner of the possible, pure now as a sky washed by
rain.
Now
you have not simply “Moved On.” You have
“Moved In” to the land of the promises, if not the “Promised Land”: you can gradually reclaim your life and
reshape your mind, heart, and soul. All
I can add: “Amen and women, to that!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Why
Can’t I Let You Go?
Why
can’t I let you go?
Why is
it so hard?
Because
you were not a ghost
But
the flesh and blood I wanted
To
love…Not just because you would
Not
just because I could
Not
just the many times I should
Have
said, “I do” …and moved away
Alas,
(or more), to live to write another day!
Stormy:
Weather or Not
Ah,
chemistry, an electro-hormone storm
Eyes
awash in blinding light
Jolting
(and jilting) the heart
Into a
night of heat, a primal beat
Of
longing and wishing (okay, maybe settling)
Upon a
remote star
In shadowy
darkness to lonesome mourn.
Be
honest…Is that where or who we are?
Or
were we but a burning comet?
Fire
and ice: too steep a price.
Would
we still choose it?
Destined
to lose it
No more
need to use it
Together…no
longer…still
Birds
of a flock, just not of a feather…
Again,
high flying solo in stormy weather!
Post-Mortem Learning
So,
what have I learned
Being
burned and spurned
My
life overturned?
The
very first thing…for me
Emotions
are everything!
I run
toward them…unlike many:
Who
tried to avoid em?
Emotions
are my electric current
Sure,
at times I’m short
Sometimes
short-circuit
Firing
sparks from the heart, at least
I
don’t throw dry-static darts
Shocking
one senseless
Leaving
one speechless.
If emotions
wire-inspire my brain
Why
did I choose one who would refuse?
To
look inside, still trying to hide
In our
“his moans, her moans, hormones” haze
From a
lost, up at 3am daze
Searching
for someone to fill all holes
Running
red lights and tolls…
The
predictable quandary:
Where
is the boundary?
Epilogue:
Reality or Fantasy?
Oh,
for a heart that sings and a mind that dances
One
willing to swim in deep emotional seas
To go
the long distance…just you and me
Confronting
the Intimate FOE: Fear of Exposure
Exploring
that treasure: two hearts beating
together
Without
losing their individual souls
Clutching
each other on breakers and shoals.
Better,
provide freely a shoulder
So
each becomes bolder
Now
growing wiser…not just getting older!
© Mark Gorkin
2016
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Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW,
"The Stress Doc" ™, a nationally acclaimed speaker, writer,
and "Psychohumorist" ™, is a Leadership Consultant for the
international Embry-Riddle Aeronautics University, HQd in Daytona, FL.
Mark is also a founding partner and Stress Resilience and Trauma Debriefing
Consultant for the Nepali Diaspora Behavioral Health & Wellness
Initiative. A former Stress and Violence Prevention Consultant for the US
Postal Service, he has led numerous Pre-Deployment Stress Resilience-Humor-Team
Building Retreats for the US Army. The
Doc is the author of Practice Safe
Stress, The Four Faces of Anger, and Preserving
Human Touch in a High Tech World.
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