Women who Love too Much Community Group
WHEN BEING IN LOVE, MEANS BEING IN PAIN... This group is to help women through the journey of realizing they can love themselves. To help realize that they are capable of having a happy, healthy, whole relationship and break the cycle of abuse and heartache from loving emotionally unavailable men.
I would also like to add my thanks to you and your son for your commitment and sacrifice.
Much love to you.
But the end of an 8 month relationship drove me to therapy and total dispair. Remember that No Contact is the only way out of this mess. Just pretend it is horse you fell off of, just like Rayvn stated.
To further explain to Repetitive Compulsion Disorder: scientists have conducted experiments with lab rats proving this condition. A rat is given a button sequence to extract pellets and quickly works out how many times he needs to nose push to receive a meal. The number of pushes may be altered daily and the rat will work out the number required. If, however, the button is changed to random the rat becomes agitated and frenzied. He will repetitively push and push the button scattering pellets all over the floor, and ignore all other distractions in his cage. Why? Because his sense of stability is threatened.
The same occurs in narcissistic relationships. Love partners become hooked to the narcissist because emotional stability is unobtainable. Women go in harder trying to create a set result. This is why poker machines hook people. Women become severely addicted to narcissists, pushing the button all the way to their emotional, mental, physical and spiritual bankruptcy. Morbidly and dangerously they become so empty and powerless that they can barely perceive a life without the narcissist, and spiral into a deep dark pit. In essence the victim feels and becomes the annihilating depression that the narcissist avoids by feeding off her energy. He has taken your light and you have become his darkness.
But the end of an 8 month relationship drove me to therapy and total dispair. Remember that No Contact is the only way out of this mess. Just pretend it is horse you fell off of, just like Rayvn stated.
To further explain to Repetitive Compulsion Disorder: scientists have conducted experiments with lab rats proving this condition. A rat is given a button sequence to extract pellets and quickly works out how many times he needs to nose push to receive a meal. The number of pushes may be altered daily and the rat will work out the number required. If, however, the button is changed to random the rat becomes agitated and frenzied. He will repetitively push and push the button scattering pellets all over the floor, and ignore all other distractions in his cage. Why? Because his sense of stability is threatened.
The same occurs in narcissistic relationships. Love partners become hooked to the narcissist because emotional stability is unobtainable. Women go in harder trying to create a set result. This is why poker machines hook people. Women become severely addicted to narcissists, pushing the button all the way to their emotional, mental, physical and spiritual bankruptcy. Morbidly and dangerously they become so empty and powerless that they can barely perceive a life without the narcissist, and spiral into a deep dark pit. In essence the victim feels and becomes the annihilating depression that the narcissist avoids by feeding off her energy. He has taken your light and you have become his darkness.
Yesterday I was feeling lonely and wanted to contact him. I thought I was gonna die with the knot in my stomach and desire rushing through my veins. Then I consciously made myself think of lots of stuff I've learned and read here, especially the piece about how we WWLTM mistake the anxiety and pain for love. I let myself feel it with the knowledge that it most certainly was not love and that it would pass.
I have started a routine of taking a walk with my dog in the evenings along the river by my house. Walking out in the cold air and feeling my legs move and my lungs breathe, looking out at the lights across the river, hearing the train, looking up at the stars ... I always feel better after I take my walk. But I was feeling so shitty yesterday, and it was so cold outside and I was talking myself out of taking my walk.
But then I was on Facebook, and a dear friend - who was not aware of my shitty mood - posted a song about a river, knowing my walks along the river are special to me. I tied up my boots and put on my coat as I listened, and then gave myself the gift of taking my nightly walk. (Thanks, A!)
And as it always does, my walk put me in a much better and peaceful place.
People here have said how important it is to be good to yourself, and one great way to do that is to come up with a daily routine that you give to yourself every day no matter what.
Love to you, Vicki.
Patty