Burden

Marikina Riverside Park. Photo by callmecreation.com

A special person in my life told me that he feels like he is a burden to me that’s why he has pushed me back. To ease the burden. I told him that life is a series of choices and it was my choice to be with him. A burden is an unwelcome load. He was not a load. Nor unwelcome at that.

Anyway, upon stepping back and analyzing things, the truth of the matter is it wasn’t really his feeling of him being a burden that is the main problem.

It is me who is a burden.

My co-dependency is a big weight to carry around. Co-dependency = my happiness depends on the happiness of that person. And if that person is not happy, then the co-dependent feels like she is a failure then she would do more; in the process she will lose herself in the situation/relationship. All the more the other party (if the other party is does not have narcissistic personality disorder) would feel overwhelmed. The other party would feel he is not doing enough to feel equal. Then there will be a feeling of not deserving the love the co-dependent is offering.

And when the other party is overwhelmed, things can get disorienting. The parties lose proper perspective. Then comes the crumbling of something that was supposed to be wonderful. It has become a prison.

So co-dependency is a symptom of something that has to be cured. What disease is this, it is still unknown. It can be insecurity. I really don’t know. What I know is I am a co-dependent that’s why I got involved with a narcissist. My shrink diagnosed that my distant ex has narcissistic personality disorder (NPD). Narcs always gravitate towards co-dependents. We’re easy to manipulate.

My shrink is smart, my cousin said. Right off the bat my shrink said, “your dad is an alcoholic.” Ummm yeah, I said. “Your mom is a co-dependent who could not leave your dad.” Spot on.

“You inherited your co-dependency from your mother. That’s what you learned while growing up.”

And she said I was thought-blocking whenever I tried to talk about that relationship with this narc. I still had barriers that I had put up in trying to protect the narc. I was filtering information even with my shrink. “Because you do not speak ill of your partner to other people,” that’s what my mother taught me. Hence, the though-blocking.

So now with this recent ex, my co-dependency has been overwhelming to the point that it may have destroyed his confidence on a lot of things. Knowing that I am co-dependent and yet I jumped into this new situation is not healthy. It will not cure me of this symptom.

I have to zero in on the disease to cure me of the symptom. I need to figure out whether this is because of this inferiority complex I had while growing up. I suffered from very low self-esteem ever since I was a child. Every relationship I had was a failure since I used those relationships to cure me of my insecurities. To validate myself.

My father also had NPD. All my life it was always a battle to win his love. I didn’t realize that it was a losing battle because narcs cannot love other people above themselves. Yes, he loved his children and my mom but it’s always himself first, everyone else comes after.

So maybe that’s where the insecurity comes from. As a little girl I always thought myself as unloveable. I had that implanted in my brain that no one would love me. So people keep scratching their heads why I keep having relationships with ugly men (literally and figuratively). Maybe because I felt they were the only ones who would love me. That’s why it took years before I was able to leave the narc. Unfortunately, it was already too late. I already had trauma.

But the last one was different. We’re both mature individuals albeit with issues. But we have mutual respect for each other so that also made a difference. However, his need for affirmation and fear of rejection is feeding my co-dependency. It was a perfect combination for an unhealthy relationship.

So here we are in this state of flux. Well, it’s no longer a flux since it’s over. It’s a painful but beautiful lesson learned.

This article from Psychology Today helped me recognize that stepping back is necessary. That letting go is a path to curing myself of co-dependency. Until I resolved my insecurities, cured me of my need to be loved to have self-worth, I will not have healthy relationships.

I’m 41 years old. I still have a lot of growing up to do.

Spotify to save the day

The PHP 129 I spend every month for Spotify is well worth it compared to the subscription I pay for iFlix (the person who used to watch it is gone) and Viu (haven’t had time) since I use Spotify everyday. Every single day.

Especially now.

It gives me the ability to create a playlist instead of burning cd compilations of all the heartbreak songs I can get my hands on. Or mixed tapes, to be really so ’90s about it.

Here’s the playlist I am creating for this extraordinary time. A mix of really old school songs with new ones.

A photo to go with the songs in my Spotify playlist. Eastridge, Binangonan, Rizal. Photo by callmecreation.com

Then a friend sent me this podcast of an advice column published by the The Boston Globe, which I had been listening to the entire night. Really educational and healing as well.

Here’s a show for you… S1E1: Getting Under to Get Over episode of Love Letters https://open.spotify.com/episode/0ho8z2KnlCjS3nbvpcLQIk?si=e2BQyQzFTOKsJnul2eA4lA

Going against the grain

People might crucify me if I tell them I prefer Kashmir over Stairway to Heaven. But this live performance of Kashmir is proof that this song is on a different plane. John Bonham is very wicked here.

This next video explains why Bonham is one of the best drummers of all time. Complicated syncopated playing here but gels well with the rest of the band.

Whenever I’m upset, I go to my original music genre. To feel alive.

For all the things I lost

I struggle to stand up alone against the big wide sky. Among the grasses that are threatening to engulf me. How to go on?

So I lay a dozen roses for the lover that I lost
I stand by all my choices even though I paid the cost
Oh, all those nights, the lows and highs
I share them all with you
So I lay a dozen roses, I lay them there
I lay them there for you

Kapit

Kaya hihigpitan ko ang yakap sa’yo
Alam ko na hindi ‘to magtatagal
Sana ako’y maalala mo na ganito

Hihigpitan ko ang kapit sa mga kamay ng oras
Nang ‘di na maiwan pa
Nais ko lang ang masilip ang nakaraan


(That’s why I will tighten our embrace
Because I know this won’t last
I hope that you will remember me this way)

(I will tighten my hold on the hands of time
So that I will not be left behind
I only want to peek into the past)

Parallel Universe

This pandemic has taken everything from me.

Maybe in another lifetime, in another parallel universe, we could be…we could be…

I’m waiting there.

In a parallel universe
Maybe you’d be my first
I could be your only one
Oh, this universe is a curse
Where’s timing so cruel to us
I don’t know how to be alright

Don’t want to live in a world where you are not mine