tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post2695002907505996257..comments2024-03-10T10:05:51.113-07:00Comments on misswhistle: Life and Love and Moving OnMiss Whistlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103831095827005334noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-91916187672405891462013-01-24T21:01:54.585-08:002013-01-24T21:01:54.585-08:00More likely one day you'll just take a second ...More likely one day you'll just take a second look at someone across a table, or a desk, and think, "Hmmm." Dating is horrible - and it really shouldn't be necessary.LPChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18209861350905135093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-21941487911248483632013-01-23T11:54:40.069-08:002013-01-23T11:54:40.069-08:00I love your honesty, and I love what Katherine C J...I love your honesty, and I love what Katherine C James said. Someone recently quoted a line from a play (don't know which play) which goes something like: "No one wants to hear how tired you are, or about your acid reflux, or what happened to you at the airport." And when I finished laughing, I realised the truth at the heart of that. But the neural pathways of sorrow are hard to re-make. I hope you find a way.lillyannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12752638206153634574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-30366753662626773112013-01-23T08:56:14.951-08:002013-01-23T08:56:14.951-08:00I think we all tend to tell a curated truth—a love...I think we all tend to tell a curated truth—a lovely way to put it, by the way—and I suspect many of us fantasize about the catharsis of revealing the truth in the "blood and guts way it feels." But I've read, and I think it is true in my life, that spilling out too much may only prolong the hurt. We are the neural pathways we choose to trod, and spending too much time in the dark woods may not be as ultimately helpful as choosing to walk more in the light, even if we have to keep moving cat-like to locate that tiny spot of sun in our lives and mind. I'm one of those "everyone thinks I'm fine" people who does not generally show her vulnerability, though it took me years to believe others could not see what was so obvious to me. I wrote a friend recently that all the advice about choosing to spend time with happy people seems to push people going through unhappiness into an awkward, lonely position. I am not sure if miserable people are boring; maybe only endlessly miserable people who are not working at unraveling the tangled necklaces are boring, or rather, too heavy a burden to share without end. I think when you open up and share more on your blog you get echoes of relief. I think we are each of us grateful to find we are not the only one who has ever felt some certain, soul-wrenching way. It is brave to show vulnerability, loss, sadness, as well as happiness, but I find that the words to describe how such complexities truly feel come hard, or not at all. Love to you, B.Katherine C. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08834591103511225376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-13408093836328682212013-01-23T05:53:30.873-08:002013-01-23T05:53:30.873-08:00I recently discovered your blog and absolutely lov...I recently discovered your blog and absolutely love it. Re: dating, give yourself as much time as you need. After my rough and unexpected divorce, well-meaning people asked <i>constantly</i> when I was going to start dating again. I was single for almost two years before meeting, casually and through mutual friends, a lovely man, and I don't regret those two years of dogs and friends and figuring myself out at all. Beatricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09532912919556200160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-6071859549448536462013-01-23T04:59:21.853-08:002013-01-23T04:59:21.853-08:00Nothing really helps except time. But it does help...Nothing really helps except time. But it does help. I had good advice from a therapist who said that once experts thought grief - after a divorce or a death - was linear so that you very very slowly started feeling better one day at a time but always heading in the same direction. But now they recognise these mood swings where one day you feel fine and the next day dreadful and it is absolutely exhausting. That made sense to me when I was going through it and all I can say is that it does get better in the end and that in the mean time you have to be as kind to yourself as possible - from nice cups of tea to holidays in the sun (whatever it takes and you can afford) good luckAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-46097068035467057452013-01-23T02:44:07.160-08:002013-01-23T02:44:07.160-08:00I think most of us feel your pain but feel helples...I think most of us feel your pain but feel helpless in expressing any answer. Cliches there are many but all useless, focus on your dogs, food and flowers and of course children they bring light and happiness in their own small ways.<br />Big hug from a very cold England X thelmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934860502828923562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-30544030513843767622013-01-22T23:59:20.331-08:002013-01-22T23:59:20.331-08:00This so spoke to me. I trod a simialr path. Knotte...This so spoke to me. I trod a simialr path. Knotted necklaces indeed ...but the wheel turned as yours will too. I had a counsellor for a year, did low, low and endless worry and low, as well as the simplicity of just one life and other soothing areas. It will pass but this is the price of the love and life you had. Shit tho!! But 7 years later i can laugh with ex. Took years tho.<br />Dont even think about dating! Do dogs and true friends. And build up foliage of support. A time will come but dont be pressured by people who have no idea of yr inner life <br />Many hugs <br />XxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-25813156661583574462013-01-22T22:08:25.087-08:002013-01-22T22:08:25.087-08:00so poignant. so very beautifully written. it makes...so poignant. so very beautifully written. it makes me want to come in a rocket and ship you away from your january place to somewhere wildly different...just for a while, just for january. stark writing. stunning. x jJanellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05125077795925721552noreply@blogger.com