No one has taken anything away…


No one has taken anything away —
there is even a sweetness for me in being apart.
I kiss you now across the many
hundreds of miles that separate us.

I know: our gifts are unequal, which is
why my voice is — quiet, for the first time.
What can my untutored verse
matter to you, a young Derzhavin?

For your terrible flight I give you blessing.
Fly, then, young eagle! You
have stared into the sun without blinking.
Can my young gaze be too heavy for you?

No one has ever stared more
tenderly or more fixedly after you …
I kiss you — across hundreds of
separating years.


by Marina Tsvetaeva

translated by Elaine Feinstein

flipped.

This is an angry post. And angry is not a negative feeling. Indeed, no feeling is negative, but our response to it can be. Feelings are supposed to help us navigate through life and have proper actions. Hopefully my way of processing my feelings isn’t going to hurt anyone as I’m learning to.

It’s been over 12 hours on the road from Hungary to Germany. So much time for my mind to go wander, yet I’ve kept turning to the ugly past and absolutely felt resentful for what was done. Although I was feeling hopeful the other night, writing sensible things that one should do after a terrible heartbreak with big revelations and such, once I re-read those lines, I couldn’t feel comforted anymore. I feel like a hypocrite.

I am far, very far from healing. I can’t get over the fact that someone discarded me from their life so easily as if I was a broken product that no longer served them. My fragile sense of security was completely shattered. I was insecure but I was transparent about it. I put on warning signs because I wanted to make sure the person was ready for me. I thought, finally someone accepted me for the imperfect person I was. “I am sticking to you even if you have unhealed problems or wounds. I am here for you, and I will be by your side while you heal yourself and your fears, I will make sure you don’t lose it and don’t destroy it.” Words are just words.

So when they wanted to stop, it wasn’t just an ending of it all, it was a full-on rejection of my authentic self, especially my vulnerable parts. I was never perfect. They knew it. They said sooner or later this would happen. The consequences were natural. Sooner or later, I deserved it. The rejection and on top of that was the loss of a best friend, a loved one. They were the only one that I ever shared my little philosophical discovers with, the only one that actually wants to engage deeply. But I lost them. I crave. I look around. I question the people around me. Will they also leave me? The biggest mistake I made seems to be being myself, even though I was slowly noticing and changing for the better. But Life, “why is Life so difficult?” “Because people don’t appreciate the easy things”, Life answers. Harsh.

My question is, will I ever heal? How do I heal? I hadn’t been finished healing from my past wounds yet. And then I was ripped, again. The wounds are now cut open, they are bleeding so much. Now it is a complexity of open wounds, scars which I can’t ignore anymore. If I don’t try to feel and process them now, they will come out in small doses later and project on to other people. No one deserves to feel this way. Some days are manageable, but most days are just hard. I haven’t cooked anything nice for myself since months. I lost weights. I feel exhausted from forcing myself to smile when I’m outside. I’m no longer the happy chubby girl I used to be. How can someone so cruel and careless? And why did I give myself away for a monster like that?!

I wanted to say I hate myself for letting things happen. But I’m allowed to make mistakes. At the end, I am still new to this scary world. I’m angry at myself but I love myself still. I’m trying to. Please, stay with me.

A “trip” in August

Turning 27

Another milestone to celebrate my existence: today is my birthday!

Years have passed and I am now in my late 20s, meaning some more years and I will soon be in my 30s. Remembering when I was a freshman in college, looking up to the seniors and people I know who have graduated, I always admired the way they carried themselves, how confident they looked. It seemed to me that they must have had their life figured out somehow. I was excited about my upcoming years of university, couldn’t wait to see how the years would lead me to be.

I’ve now reached my 27th year, and while I am proud of the person I am now, I still feel terrified for what is coming. Like a baby bird learning how to fly for the first time. The world is too big. The more I learn, the more I realize how little I am. Especially about myself. I’ve just started to become aware of my well-being and learn how to be truthful to myself. Knowledge about the self is as vast as knowledge about the world. You can just dig deeper and deeper and will never reach a bottom.

So what did I learn about myself until this point exactly?

1. I have yet to become a good friend of my own.

I made a blog post years ago about being my own best friend, since only I know best about myself, and I is literally the person that will be physically there for me 24/7. At that time, I promised to take care of and be kind to myself no matter what. But being a good, non-toxic friend is not easy. It turned out, that I don’t know about myself as much as I would like to. Plus, I have wounds. I was hurt and then I go hurt other people, including poor Anh.

My relationship with myself has been complicated – on and off. There are days that I feel nothing but love. But there are also days of guilt-tripping, harsh words, and blood. The communication has not been always open and honest. Even though both Anh and I wanted it all to be transparent, we couldn’t always verbalize what we truly feel.

Therefore, today, I want to say to myself: “Anh, I am sorry. I wasn’t kind to you lately but I am here and I will always be here for you. Please don’t give up on me. Let’s learn how to communicate with each other. Let’s learn how to love again.”

2. I need to accept that I am toxic.

Recognizing the positive side, good qualities is obviously essential. But it is only half of the story. Self-acceptance means that you praise the good AND accept the bad. Facing yourself – raw, unfiltered is the very first step of the healing process.

I am so used to suppressing this side of me, unaware of the small disasters it creates. I lied to myself, to other people that I am open to constructive criticism. But am I actually? How do I feel when someone shows me how inconsiderate, and negative I have been? I was told indirectly that I am a hypocrite. If I can’t be kind to myself, how do I walk around acting kind to other people?

“I don’t always bring joy to the world and it’s ok. I am no goddess. I am a human. I have my dark side. Let’s work on that!”

Shadow work is working with your unconscious mind to uncover the parts of yourself that you repress and hide from yourself. This can include trauma or parts of your personality that you subconsciously consider undesirable.

(https://www.betterup.com/blog/shadow-work)

3. I am capable of the extremes.

Past months have shown me how emotions can bring me places, places I’ve never been to in my life. And all it took wasn’t much, because I gambled my life on “it”, one single thing. It was an “All-or-Nothing” bet: you either have everything or lose everything – extreme for extreme. Will I continue to gamble on “it” again? Blank. But am I proud of myself for having experienced something that many people haven’t? Hell yeah!

Besides the pains I now know that I am capable to feel, I am also very well capable of the opposites, whether it is love, care, happiness or even extreme optimism. The range of emotions is what makes me a human. My feelings are raw and I am proud of it.

4. Boundaries save me and save you.

Setting boundaries is teaching other people how to treat you.

Michelle Elman – The Joy of Being Selfish

I always believed that my life can only be surrounded by kind-hearted people who can only make my life better. I still do believe in this reality. But at the same time, I rarely refuse anyone that walks into my life. This could mean a lot of things, one of which is since small, I was taught to put the needs of other people before my own. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed the consequences of it. I want to claim my life back. Badly.

Setting good boundaries doesn’t mean that I stop caring about other people. It means I take full responsibility for my own well-being so others don’t have to. Since I am also a human, I value my happiness as much as I value others’. I am learning to be kind to myself so I can reflect that onto the people around me, especially my loved ones.

….

Hey, I know July 22, 2022, isn’t the birthday that you expected. And I know all you want is good memories that lead you to this day. I am sorry I couldn’t give that to you this year. I am really sorry...

Happy Birthday.

2222 I am not alone

Youtube has been my best friend these days.

During hard times, I watch Youtube for days on end. Clips after clips. Endless dopamine rush that distracts me from feeling my emotions. Crying is surely relieving but also exhausting, and the crying starts to feel useless. Pains seem to keep welling up. I wonder, how the sky used to be so blue.

In Youtube, I search for comfort. Millions of videos about how to get over a broken relationship won’t always give you the best advice but they make me realize that people have it worse. Maybe the pain is incomparable but at least I feel less alone. I’m still sad and part of me still wants to turn back time to fix things, but Youtube people say it is just not meant to be. After all, Youtube is bad but it has so many ‘but’s.

At this point, I ask myself, what I am actually missing and grieving for? Is it a person that I used to love? Is it a deep connection? Is it their open arms that I called home? And I mostly wonder, were they even mine to lose to begin with?

Isn’t it funny how the internet has things for everything. Even your dark deep feelings probably have already been talked and discussed about. You are definitely not the only one who got your heart broken.

Today I saw 2222 and it confirmed: I am not alone.

Claiming what is left for me.

Having been wandering through life for almost 26 years, I never truly understand what it is (or they are) that makes me keep on going. At the end of the day, I am just a big piece of flesh dragged around by the course of nature. Even with the biggest advantage I have as a human being – consciousness, I’m no exception to being under the influence of the law of nature, unexpected events, impulsive decisions – the decisions of my own and others caused by our brain chemical reactions, or the so-called emotions. I ask myself the question: what there is left for myself?

I have enjoyed my experience. I have felt like I was the happiest person on Earth. But I also have been crushed, tormented by the constant moves of life. As I go along, everything changes and I have to either accept it or leave it. Here is where I find the answer for the previous question: I can at least decide whether to stay. Yet, it brings me another question: is it worth the effort? And if it is, how do I keep going?

My whole life has been about chasing highs and lows. Shallow as it may sound, isn’t it what we are all doing? We experience the lows so the highs can truly thrive in our hearts, giving us all the sparkling fireworks of happy hormones. If there are highs, there must be lows. Some may try to keep the two balance so the lows won’t feel like a drop from heaven. Some may give it all for the highs no matter how it will turn out to be. Some’d rather be able to choose their suffering so they can experience the highs later.

Time is running out. I have to quickly put myself together and keep on moving. As long as I still have the strength to do life, I’ll do it. I can’t tell how far my journey will take me but I do count on it. I will continue holding the book of fairy tales near my heart, maybe with an extra lock this time, so someday, a true miracle can happen as the heart lets the eyes see it.

Now it is still at ‘someday‘.

Damn I was loved 🥰

[11/11/2021, 16:01] Anh: Omfg three cakes🥶🥶🥶
[11/11/2021, 16:02] Anh: Too sweeeeeet
[11/11/2021, 16:03] Anh: Thank you🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻
[11/11/2021, 16:03] M: You welcome 🙂
[11/11/2021, 18:00] Anh: I made an experiment with bacon and cabbage. If you want some let me know✌
[11/11/2021, 18:03] M: Damn sounds nice
[11/11/2021, 18:03] M: Yeah I would to
[11/11/2021, 18:04] Anh: I bring you the whole pot
[11/11/2021, 18:07] Anh: Have your spoon and bowl ready!
[11/11/2021, 18:07] Anh: Coming in 2min

[11/24/2021, 13:17] M: Yo don’t buy anything for lunch I made you some chickens🍗🥰
[11/24/2021, 13:18] M: You just need to microwave them
[11/24/2021, 13:36] Anh: Thank you!!!!!!
[11/24/2021, 13:36] M: You are welcome!!

[2/2, 16:35] Anh: Last bus
[2/2, 16:36] Anh: Just finished✌
[2/2, 16:44] M: Keep going love, I am waiting with my heart and soul full of excitement and love ❤️❤️❤️❤️
[2/2, 16:53] M: 😍😍
[2/2, 17:05] Anh: Can you not lock the door and the stair door when you go out
[2/2, 17:05] Anh: So we don’t need more time to unlock when we get back in
[2/2, 17:12] M: ABSOLUTELY!!!
[2/2, 17:52] Anh: ON THE TRAIN✌
[2/2, 17:52] M: Have a nice trip, I will be waiting
[2/2, 17:52] M: 😚
[2/2, 17:52] Anh: Thank you babieeee
[2/2, 17:53] M: LOVE YOY 💘
[2/2, 17:53] Anh: LOVE YOY TOO

Little moments. So simple. Why do I keep forgetting how happiness and love comes in the little things?! Now I regret. I look back to the past, running from the painful present and absolutely detest the future. What was I fighting for then when I already had everything? How silly I was. I literally thought I was fighting for a “future”, something that doesn’t exist. And now my everything is gone as I long for a day to finally be able to touch his face again, look into those eyes that send me straight to the sea of calmness. His presence will sooth my heart like nothing ever happened…which might be no more than just a luxurious fantasy of mine.

In the meanwhile, I’m learning to love myself as the way I was loved by him. It is surely difficult, especially I still cry every night. It’s too easy to fall into the victim mindset when all I see is my loss. Sometimes I can’t help living in my head: “from my side of the story, I’m unlovable, I’m ignored, I’m in deep pain while he is out there having fun and welcoming new people into his life. Among all the people he met, he chose to get rid of me, after all the love and kindness I gave. Did he decide that I’m no better than the some stranger he meets once or twice on the street? I must be the worst.” Again, why is it so easy to talk shit on myself? He wouldn’t do this to me so I should definitely stop doing it to myself.

Still, even though I struggle to hold myself strong every day, I wish him nothing but peace and love. A special person will come into his life and treat him like how he deserves to be treated. She will appreciate him, listen to him, understand him and love him with all her heart. He will forget about me with the dramas. He will have the best life, while I might not be there to witness, I’ll be truly happy for him.

Moreover, I understand that I too deserve peace and love. I’m aware that I come first in my life, as much as I’m aware that each person comes first in their own life.

I’ve learned the lesson of unconditional love that goes beyond physical possession and bounded labels.

Anh, it’s time to go home.

don’t want to feel ok again

you miss someone so much that you don’t want to feel ok again, because that’ll mean that you’re ok without them. that’ll mean that life really does go on. you’re scared that if you feel ok again, you might forget what it felt like to feel them at all.

now all my friend is telling me

put aside our memories

but i don’t like the thought of moving on

cuz every step towars something new

is a step away from you

i kinda like the heartbreak

the falling apart

the way my tears taste

i let the sad songs

remind me of you

you might be long gone

but you’re still here in my room.

you miss someone so much that you don’t want to feel ok again, because that’ll mean that you’re ok without them. that’ll mean that life really does go on. you’re scared that if you feel ok again, you might forget what it felt like to feel them at all.

The Future is Magic✨

How many times has one heard others say: “It will be ok.”

We tell each other, tell ourselves that everything will be fine. Especially at the very bottom – or however our mind perceives the situation, we cling to the fragile statement, trying to hold the last pieces of our sanity. Indeed, neither of us can guarantee that things will get better or worse, because, for a simple fact: everything lies in possibilities.

Is the future exciting or… scary?

I’ve spent a good amount of my life being anxious about how my life will be, unknowingly of the obvious that I was/am living my life. Not that I was never aware of it, since I’ve too had my moments. When I think about my worries and anxieties, it did come with many unreasonable standards built in the society, the media, people’s expectations. But for the most part, I was anxious because I thought I knew how the future would turn out to be, which I didn’t.

Looking back at myself 6 months ago, I thought by now I would have been sitting in my tiny room in Padova, hustling with my internship and thesis, longing about my never-ending long-distance romance, and getting ready to go back to Vietnam at the end of the year. I didn’t know, not long after that, a spark of events happened and I am now still here in Hungary, happy with a new chapter of my life.

The future seems less frightening, but exciting instead. That spark of events definitely had my eyes wide open about how my eyes had been shut the entire time. The idea given is to clear the worries off my mental space to welcome whatever is ahead with compassion and gratitude.

My life is filled with love and the future is absolutely magical!

…………..

Update 9/11/22: I’m currently sitting in my room in Padova, trying to finish my thesis while recovering from the biggest heartbreak of my life, feeling lost. But I’m also learning so much, I have dived deep into my soul and seen so much. I don’t know if I will be able to love someone that much again. Thus, life feels a bit scary.

I do not know what I want.

I do not know what I want.

I always tell people I don’t really know what I want or what I need.

And it does seem to people that I am very lost.

I have almost no self-control. I precariously lead my life as if there was no tomorrow but at the same time constantly feel guilty for every moment I’ve wasted. It is almost like a loop. The anxiety it creates is scary. I see my own soul being nibbled day by day. By the guilt. The unexplainable sadness. The nostalgia.

Sooner or later I will be all eaten up. Self-sabotaging is bad. But all I do is feel, since it seems to be the best thing I can do. I don’t think, I feel.

Fuck feelings.

Nỗi buồn này cất vào đâu

Dạo gần đây mình buồn lắm. Buồn man mác, buồn mơ hồ, buồn cụ thể, buồn rõ buồn…

Mình buồn nhưng mình chẳng dám nói với ai. Kể cả với bạn mình cũng úp mở. Bạn biết mình buồn. Mình cũng biết mình buồn. Nhưng chẳng đứa nào biết làm thế nào để hết buồn.

Ừ, buồn à? Buồn thì phải vui lên!

Buồn cũng có nhiều kiểu buồn lắm. Không phải cứ thay thế buồn bằng vui là giải quyết được vấn đề đâu. Có những kiểu buồn cứ tràn ra mà không kìm nổi, thế là để chảy tràn. Chảy hết, để khô, cạn mới hết buồn được. Rồi có kiểu buồn thành cục, nặng trĩu, làm mệt nhọc cả thân cả thể. Nhiều cục buồn thì lại càng không thể giải quyết bằng một cái vui. Hay có kiểu buồn như khói bụi Hà Nội. Bủa vây, vô hình và không bao giờ tan biến.

Nhiều lúc buồn quá, vật chủ không muốn nghĩ nữa, nên tự đánh lạc hướng mình bằng những thứ cảm xúc khác. Nhưng sau cùng thì buồn vẫn ở đó, cất đi chỗ nào thì nó sẽ vẫn ở đó, vẫn luôn luôn tồn tại. Có buồn thì mới có vui.

Nên là mình chấp nhận sự thật. Mình buồn. Bạn buồn. Ai cũng buồn. Buồn không phải là tận cùng của thế giới. Buồn là sự thật hiển nhiên, như 1 + 1 = 2 vậy. Đã là con người thì sẽ buồn. Càng không nên buồn vì mình buồn.

Nói đi nói lại thì mình vẫn buồn. Buồn nhiều…