How do you love?

I make mistakes often. It's a part of my human make up. As I have grown older I've become more compassionate with my own short comings,  idiosyncrasies,  and behaviors.

So, how do you love or show that you love someone? Does it look anything like the love you expect, want or desire for yourself?

I have a bad habit of stopping everything in my world, just long enough to devote my attention fully to a friend in need of my attention,  my time and my love. That's how I love; with my full attention. It feels like it's expected of me but too much for me to ask for in return. As an Empath, I have always been able to read the emotions and heart conditions of those whose energy  space I enter. It's a heaviness, sometimes, that cannot be explained.

The real frustration for me is when my energy is failing and when I need that unconditional attention, compassion and love. I've always been "strong" and for some people,  being strong also equates to lack of or minimal display of emotion. I am an emotional creature. We all are, if you're human. I'm often curious as to how others love and show it. I have such a strong belief and view of what love is or should be for me that I'm not sure I factored in that my way may seem too much for some people even though I feel my way of thinking and feeling allows for the compassion needed to find a certain amount of peace in my circumstances. I may be wrong.

I have found that unyielding people find me taxing and difficult. I say "unyielding" because when an outcome has to be what you want without complications and discomfort,  that is unyielding and it isn't realistic. We cannot grow as individuals stuck in our bubbles of expectancy.

I'm not bossy or needy, the way people like to define needy. I do have needs though and maybe MY neediness is not accepted because of who I am, how I look, and how people subconsciously reject me and call me silly for pointing out obvious behaviors.  Obvious to me anyway. We, humans, in general,  become so self absorbed when we are going through our STUFF and honestly,  there is nothing wrong with that.

As a woman, over years, I've heard about this mystical love a woman should or could receive from a man and I have to say, I dont believe that fantasy of an all enveloping love exists for me.  A man who stops to make sure I feel loved, even in the moments when I can't audibly communicate my heaviness. I have been regarded as a problem by those who don't want me to love them. I already know how the world views me. Use me as they will but god forbid that I should dare love them. Their love is always reserved for someone better than I. This is the strength of my reality. No pitty party. No reach for sympathy. This IS my life and there is no one who can say this isn't  true, especially the people who actively make this my reality.

But the real problem is me.

I keep expecting a different outcome with the level of love I offer and isn't that considered insanity?

If I was a...ugh...a bitch, complained, demanding and full of drama, maybe I'd get something. That's what is desired. Men say "no drama" then...drama. idk

I digress. I just don't want to be loved if the "love" is going to kill me anyway. Once faith in myself, love and others is gone, why stick around to be minimized and emotionally  deconstructed?

How's that for dramatic?

The Hardest Conversation

There are mornings when you jump out of bed, to-do list on your mind, and you get right into your day feeling ready to accomplish some of your goals that will get you closer to the place you are striving to be.

Some mornings you wake up, sit up, and sit there for two hours trying to figure out how you can bypass all the bullshit you know is coming.  This morning, I just sat up and cried.

I sat up, cried, looked around me, gauged my internal and external comfort level and determined that everything was out of balance. I picked up my water bottle, added fruit punch Crystal Light, shook the bottle, sat it down on my nightstand and sat still just looking around as what felt like streams poured down each cheek. No heavy sobbing. I did that last night. This morning, involuntarily, tears streamed down my face like a waterfall. No reaction on my face. I'm just...I don't know. Here. The day had not officially begun but I was ready for it to be over. I have made mistakes in my life and I have made terrible choices. A choice is so much different than a mistake especially when you can willingly avoid the choice but choose to proceed anyway.

I believe in love. I do. I believe in love, though this life hasn't been kind enough to me to return a substantial measure of love back to me, I still believe in love for some people. Honesty is important to me. I'm not sure how people can be so dishonest with people they say they love and/or care for but it is a burden to me when I feel honesty as a struggle. Not that I don't want to be honest but I'm struggling knowing what loss could accompany a hard truth.


If I were a bad person, I'd probably have no problem with people hating me but I'm not a bad person. I'm not sneaky. I'm not inconsiderate. I'm not selfish. I'm not disloyal, disrespectful or arrogant in any way but despite all that, I'm still in a place where people may hate me. I never want to hurt anyone and before I do that, I will tell the person I love to walk away so they won't be hurt.

How do you tell someone you are growing to love very much that they should walk away and that they will be better without you when you know you won't be better without them? Maybe it won't matter to them and they will actually be relieved to be rid of this burden. Maybe that's all this life has made me; a burden. Unrequited love is even more difficult when you have to keep letting go while your heart struggles to hold on.

Released

What is it about love
that makes you hide and reveal
the most important things in your world

it makes you lose your senses and nerve
to be transparent
love cripples the agile and brings a pause
to the thoughts of the brilliant

I can't imagine not being able to love
but most days I can't afford to

it's forced, love, but I have to keep harm from those I feel too deeply for
those I can't look away from but hesitate to stare in their eyes and confess a hurt that no longer ends at my feet

pain, fear, doubt and unintended consequences of loving one
ends my ability to love another fully

I hate being broken
fragments of me spread as far apart as the east is from the west
never to find their way back to a whole
I am segmented
he doesn't know the torture
that lies just beyond my laughter
the turmoil that accompanies every sentence and phrase
uttered in his ear while we work to connect
only so that I will have to let go

my soul whispers "Don't let go."

so I lie still in bed
awake
fan on medium
peach colored roses on my nightstand
and only one side of my bed occupied
my face to the sky blocked by brick and drywall
I wonder if the stars can see me through the materials
used to protect me from the unknown

He did not protect me from the unknown that, now known,
will be the end of love for me
I miss what was never able to be
because I can no longer love the one I love
It stings to let him know
It hurts to let him go
Forgiving myself, an unattainable facet of my life
conjoined with the anger he would feel to know that my love wasn't enough to protect us from the world
a world that never included the two of us, together, in the same space in time
I retract my affection for our own good
for his own good

(c) 2019 T. L. Aldridge

I wish I could go back to the days when I laughed louder, smiled wider, danced with reckless abandon, thought clearer, and viewed the world and my life as having great potential. Sadness was not a constant and the fall into myself was not as fierce. My heart could sustain. My mind was not so exhausted. You thought someone cared enough to hear you, see you, care about you. I grossly overestimated my percieved reality.

"Sometimes, it snows in April. Sometimes I feel so bad. Sometimes I wish that life was never ending but all good things, they say, never last."

The Challenge to Say "No"

Have you ever found yourself in a position where you were either too fearful or simply too nice to tell someone "No"?

Some of us have been told our entire lives how important it is to be nice and accommodating that we missed the lecture on it being okay to say no. No is a powerful and liberating word. Because you may find it necessary to use this word, that does not brand you a bad person nor does it brand you a difficult person. Sometimes, it is simply necessary to decline an offer or say no to a request.

We get stuck on the idea of what people will think of us if we do not say yes to everything and the unfortunate side effect to saying yes all the time is people think you will always say yes and may become dismayed at your audacity to stand before them and tell them no. Even if you say it with a genuine smile and love in your heart, they will hear that "no" with anger and judgement, thus creating a perception of negativity.

Unfortunately, as difficult as it is for some people to say no, others have a hard time hearing that word. I don't know if they have never been told no in their lives or that they have this expectation that they are not suppose to be told no but it's very daunting to be in a conversation with someone who expects everything to go exactly as they wish without regards to anyone else's feelings, perspectives or wishes.

When someone is not making you happy and they don't even hold a real stake in your happiness or your life, in general, "No" can be your best friend. I recently experienced a back and forth situation with a guy overseas that pretty much "claimed" me despite the fact that "no" has come up many times. Even after I told him how unhappy he was making me, he continued as if I hadn't spoken a word to him. Ummm...yeah, nope.



My ability to say "no" and my happiness are two of the most valued things in my life so I refuse to let anyone rob me of either. I have said no to people I have been deeply in love with and have said no to people I highly respect. If someone is not a vested member of your life, stop giving them the ability to make you unhappy or place you in positions where you find yourself regretting your decisions or fearful to be honest. Love is no different. I was insulted and told so many harsh things that were not true about me and you only have to say one bad thing about me that isn't true and it's lights out.  Now, if you say something bad about me and it's true...yeah, I'll eat that and keep moving.

 We "nice" people tend to get our feelings hurt more when people react to us in a way that we are not use to in regards to our character and the type of person we try to be. When anyone's integrity is attacked, regardless of who the attacker is, you should always be ready to stand, defend your own honor and say "No, you will not control me by trying to tear me down." Anyone who says they love you does not if that is their preferred method of trying to control you. Love, affection, relationships are not about control. Unfortunately, some people don't know that but you have something on your side that is life altering. You have the power to say "No".

No. I will not let you hurt me.
No. I will not allow you to control me.
No. I will not allow you to convince me that I am less than I am.
No. I will not accept the harsh and mean words you use towards me to make yourself feel more powerful.
No. You do not care about me.
No. You cannot love me with a hateful spirit.
HELL NO!. Iown wanna talk to you no more. (lol, okay you may actually have to say that and say that EXACTLY like that)

No can lead to beautiful things if you aren't afraid to say it. Sometimes you may even have to say "no" to something you think is great to get to that thing that is amazing.

Do not forget to say "Yes" to the wonderful things that can happen in your life. We need both yes and no just as we need light and darkness, cold and heat, sunshine and rain; life is a gradient experiences that requires polarity thinking. Sometimes we need one thing more than the other for a reason. Just be sure to keep the other on standby. Never know when you'll need it.

B@Peace loved ones. #VibrateHigher #143

TRU Ess

A Crack in Your Perfect Heart written by TRU Essence

All he wants to do is love me
He doesn't even fully know why
He doesn't even really know how
but he is willing to try

He will try to give his all
even the limited parts
he will try to make me happy
by the definition of what happiness seems to be
in his mind
his mind is beautiful
limited but beautiful

Shouldn't he be loved in return
for all his love he is willing to turn over to a stranger
his satisfaction in just a minuscule portion
of me would suffice
he would give me all he could
if only I would love him, just for today
maybe even tomorrow
he would love me forever

We talk and I try to get him to understand me
after a while, I realize I'm the one who does not comprehend
the simplicity of what we crave
what we have to offer
the simplicity of what really matters
I want to take my words back
my words are bitter to his sweet ears
they are challenging to his open heart
giving him reason after reason why I cannot be the one
some bogus
but mostly honest

He wants to feel me
He wants to fill me
He wants to keep me
He wants to be kept
I lie awake staring at the ceiling as text after text come through
pleading for a moment
a chance
an ounce of understanding
to give him a chance to prove he could love me

oh, how he could love me

tears fall as I know he will never clearly understand
this rejection
no one should feel this rejection
he pleads for another chance
He makes himself transparent
unfortunately, he still cannot understand my transparency

he apologizes
says "I'm sorry"
when there is no sin he has committed
only wants to love and to be loved in return
He wants me
maybe because I was the only heart that responded to his
maybe because my nature has brought me to many heartbreaks myself
maybe because we both desire the same thing
I'm just too much of a coward to confess it
I see his need and it rivals my own
only for someone else

he can't articulate his pain so words come forth
in random order
placing me at his feet
placing me in his shoes
hard to understand
hard to follow
hard to understand why I can't understand

I begin to apologize
I say "I'm sorry"
or maybe it's a confession
I am sorry
I have sinned many times over
never truly finding redemption

I sit on the floor in a dark corner of my room
watching my phone light up
his pleas come through
one message at a time

I sob
because I never should have said "Hello"


and now I feel like shit

Holding My Breath

Holding My Breath
by TRU Essence

I whispered the secret of love and life in her ear
but the volume of life happening around her was too loud
we poured into each other the kind of energy that takes a blow yet gets stronger
kinetic like, without ceasing
I couldn't convince her, without words, that love took shape and turned into something unexpected

She wouldn't have believed me
She didn't want to believe me
we, as in her and me,
we, as in the existence, us all
we are selfish to love like we do
I am selfish to love like I do
always hoping that I am loved in return
and always find disappointment because that love is never returned
it's my own fault to love the way I do
to want love the way I do
so undeserving
are we ever deserving of the love that we receive
if received
how arrogant of me to think love is deserved
No great deeds have I done to be graced with something
so deeply saturated with the joy and desire of melting calm
falling backward into comfort wrapped arms
a life of turmoil for a moment
just a moment to be selfish enough to want to be loved
just a moment to be arrogant enough to expect to be loved
just a moment to be disappointed enough to know that love has lost my address
I'm falling backward but no one is there
I
I
I
How selfish of me to want to love her just to feel love in return
how arrogant of me to think I'm due what I truly desire
to see her face to face and know that in her eyes, I swam
in her heart, I bathed
In her mind, I roamed
In her life, I stood
awaiting instructions
how foolish is it for me to love her
knowing  that not knowing would destroy me
but still