Getting unstuck about that thing I want to talk about

Imaginary obligations

This afternoon is my minor medical procedure and I wanted to write about it this morning. Like I did last time and earlier this week

But I did some Shiva Nata first.

Shivanautical epiphany of the morning: there’s no right way to run away from the pain.

(I love it when this sort of thing just pops into my brain when I’m done flailing around. Ding! Your toast epiphany is ready!)

This could be interpreted in a number of ways (you can run away like a chicken! you can run away like a lizard!) but the important part for me was realizing that there is no way to run away at all. Not completely.

There is no ritual, no perfect meditation, no sequence of movements, that is going to make this afternoon’s medical procedure not hurt. That’s just what it is.

Of course, I can manage around the edges: how do I feel about pain? What is anticipation like and how can it be full of self-care and not fear and blind panic?

But it’s okay to dwell in the house of anticipation (this afternoon is going to arrive, no matter what) and not be able to fix the essential scary fact of injection = pain.

So today I am releasing the imaginary obligation to somehow find a way to not feel the pain at all because that is just not going to happen. And that’s okay — mourn it, honor it, know it. That’s it.


But here’s what I really want to tell you

I haven’t really posted less this week, but my brain sure has been feeling less posty, if you know what I mean.

Big stuff has been happening. Epic mental shifts in how I view my world. Stuff that would be great to write about! If only there wasn’t this big stuck mess of sadness blocking my way.

So I sat down to ask myself some questions about it.

Curious Me, meet Stuck Me!

Curious Me: Pleased to meet you!

Stuck Me: (Shyly) Um, hi.

Curious: So why are we feeling so quiet and stuck about this?

Stuck: It’s really, really hard to talk about the body.

Curious: The body…oh, you mean our body?

Stuck: (Embarrassed) Yeah. I’m reluctant to reveal anything about it. To talk or write about it. Gah, lame and embarrassing and…don’t wanna talk about it. At all.

Curious: Did something cause this mental retreat?

Stuck: (Hesitant) Well, after last week’s stealth rally we were suddenly no longer talking about balance anymore, we were talking about appetite. And the appetite thing is so….icky.

Curious: Wait, but…it’s icky even though it’s so very important to us?

Stuck: Shhhhh!

Curious: Ahh…I think it’s especially icky because it’s so important to us.

Stuck: Exactly. It’s like the innermost part, the secret thing. What if people know me?

Curious: Let me echo that back atcha because I thought we actually did want people to know us…so tell me, what happens if people know you?

Stuck: They won’t like me!

Curious: Oh. This is an old, old fear of ours. I’m sorry you’re in so much pain about this right now. Fear of judgment, inferiority, not being enough. It’s big and it’s hard.

Stuck. Exactly. Revealing is hard!

Curious: But what is the other side of that fear?

Stuck: Well…they might like us instead. But that’s scary, too!

The appetite…thing

Curious: Why is it scary that someone might like us instead?

Stuck: Because they might like us more for dealing with the appetite thing instead of liking us for who we are.

Curious: This “appetite thing” is kind of bigger than “appetite” though, and it’s connected to so many other things. Tell me what it’s associated with.

Stuck: Weight, strength, balance. Exercise, appetite, happiness. Body, self-image. Boundaries, identity, selfhood. Self-understanding, healing, less pain.

Curious: But aren’t all those things part of us?

Stuck: Yeah…

Curious: So then why are we so focused on needing other people to love the Jesse from before all this stuff came along? Unhealed Jesse?

Stuck: (tearing up) Because I can’t love her. Or sometimes I can’t. I don’t know how. It makes me so, so sad.

Grounding in love

Curious: Let’s think about love instead for a minute: name love for me.

Stuck: Kirk. Penny. Jennie. Liz. Katie. Josh. Flavia. CeCe, even though she’s gone. Mom and Dad, even though they’re divorcing. Kathleen. Dorothy. Anita. Cos in his senility, Bev in hers. Bill. All the others.

Curious: All of these people love you and loved unhealed Jesse just as much. Locate love.

Stuck: Our room. Our house. Swings. The red bike. By the vineyards. The sunset hill. The park under the summer trees. Ann’s hammocks! The big table. The cotton fields in Texas. The Park Street subway where we kissed. All of Boston. All of Northampton. All of Portland. All of Oregon City. Anywhere we hug. The ocean.

Curious: All these places hold love whether or not we are healed or unhealed. And phew, it sounds like we’re feeling a little more grounded now. But back to the main issue…can you tell me more about Unhealed Jesse?

Stuck: She’s…in the past now. She’s in the past! (Awed.) I didn’t realize that before! Maybe because I wasn’t ready to let her go.

Curious: Wow, that is a big deal. Can we send her a message to help her feel better?

Stuck: (Thinks for a moment.) Hope. I want her to know that healing comes; the pain recedes. It’s coming sooner than she thinks!

Curious: And what do we want to say about why her existence is so hard to deal with?

Stuck: Well…it’s hard to treat her as truly “past” because she’s such a recent self. We could go back to pain again, I don’t know for sure.

Establishing safety

Curious: I hear that you’re scared that we could go back to being unhealed…the pain could return, the stuckness could return. These are both true. But I think there are a lot of key differences between us Before and us Now. So tell me, what this week feels most separate from the Unhealed Jesse we remember from before?

Stuck: So much! So much is different. I took the baby to daycare on my bike almost every day. I’ve never done that before! And there were unexpected long walks. Feeling all kinds of strong leg muscles. Fast Shiva Nata, and slow deliberate Shiva Nata. Strong shoulders from all of that, too. Oh, and! So many epiphanies! Big, tiny, all over the place!

Curious: Tell me more!

Stuck: They were like brain fireworks! No, more like…tiny bridges forming. Synapses! New bridges forming instantaneously, joyfully, in sheer delight and beauty. And they have changed how I look at everything.

Curious: Beautiful. I don’t want to scare you, but I really think we should post about this.

Stuck: (Chuckles) How could we not? All the clarity and the thoughts and the balance and the different ways of thinking…it’s all part of me now. It’s just…integrated. I can’t not post about it if I’m writing about…me.

Curious: So we’re done with this stuckness of not being able to talk about the real stuff that’s going on?

Stuck: Indeed.


This talking-to-myself stuff has been so key to getting through hard stuff to the good realizations on the other side. I hope it’s something you’ve tried, too. I love it! It is such an excellent way to externalize the curious, compassionate me who wants to help the me that is so mired in the muck of things. Naming touchstones of love, of what-is-here versus what-is-there is another brilliant Havi technique. Very, very useful when you have pulled so far out of your body and your nowness that you can barely see — it brings you right back into your self, your now, and your safety.

And maybe I haven’t brought a whole lot of clarity to the essential thing I wanted to talk about. But this is at least an introduction. A softening of the fear and a better understanding of how I want to approach it.

When I finish one of these dialogues I always feel a profound sense of homeness. Of lightness, as the murky confusion lifts. This is a very good feeling and I can’t wait to bring it with me into the rest of today. (Even right into the exam room and snuggled right up close with that needle. I’m gonna do it! Just you wait and see.)

About jesse k.

Writer. Mama. Spy in the house of self-awareness. Occasional crafter, letterpress geek, and academic snob.
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9 Responses to Getting unstuck about that thing I want to talk about

  1. hillary says:

    Your conversations with yourself are the best, we should all connect with our selves way more often than we allow! I am right there with you about trying to find a way around unpleasant activities, I will bargain my way out of a lot of important things and I feel awful about it. Like, I hate the dentist but I think it’s because they give me too much epinephrine and it makes me feel gross so that means I will just not have pain killers but oh that doesn’t work, nothing works so I should just not go to the dentist ever again and I deserve this pain anyway because I didn’t get the work done 15 years ago when the dentist told me it needed doing. LOL

    • jesse k. says:

      You should try it! It works for me because writing it out (the paper version is usually not quite so complete…when I translate it here I elaborate on the parts that won’t make sense outside of my head) forces me to confront the assumptions and fear with real compassion, rather than just thinking “I hate this” and “I should be nicer to myself” at the same time.

      Epinephrine is scary stuff…you know I wonder if they should dose you differently because of your super low blood pressure? So maybe that could be avoided? But in any case…I’ve been learning that the more I fear specific things, the more I find when I go face them that they are not quite what I thought. Case in point — I thought this injection would be pretty much identical to last time, but they numbed me up differently or something and I barely felt it at all! Crazy.

      Anyway. Hope you find some peace about dentist-visiting if that is what’s in your future. My mom waited until she was 45 to get her wisdom teeth out — it was more complicated but I promise they don’t “punish” you for waiting 🙂

  2. sarra says:

    ohmygod. Can’t read Havi’s post fully or I might cry, a lot.

    I can’t do self-talk. I think I’m going to have to learn to.

    Good luck with your procedure, lovely.

    • jesse k. says:

      Do you mean the one on PTSD? Yes. Her stuff makes me cry frequently and that is a particularly strong one. Her techniques are truly powerful and have helped me more than I can say, but it *does* take a certain amount of willing-to-face-the-tears. And some days I just can’t. Hugs to you — I’ve been there, friend.

      Self-talk is like carrying a Buddha in your pocket. At least for me. It’s like, what would the most compassionate, annoyingly loving, perfectly comforting and unconditionally accepting person say *right now* if they knew this is how I’m feeling? And there really is a little bit of release in hearing it, even if it’s just in your head.

      The procedure went very well, even if it was utterly different from how I’d remembered, actually. But in a less painful way, luckily! I felt the good wishes of so many people with me when I went — thank you. Sending good wishes for your day, too.

      • sarra says:

        I know what it is, too (having gone back and read a bit more from through my metaphorical fingers). I’d been sailing along thinking ah, yes, sure, techniques and toolboxes and all, I’m down with that, lots of insights there, lovely. But they’re only good for people who don’t have really truly bust-up and dark and twisted insides, right? Right? Wrong. I’m just starting to see now.

        I’m still not sure. That’s a huge thing I need to take apart. I can see it’s a wrong thought, but not quite. Haven’t got that faith yet. (‘Yet’ is a good word, though.)

        oh brother. Long roads.

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