I dont know that I believe in psychics. I like to, so for a little while I suspend my cynicism and allow someone else to give me some mental images to place my hope in. I am afterall an artist who also “sees” things running through, underneath, behind and around our world. I just put my images into my dreams, my photography or my painting.
I’ve only been to psychics a couple times in my life before. One was nice to hear and I felt “pumped up” and ready to take on the world when I left. The second refused to take money, is used by local police and went into some kind of trance, wrote everything down on slips of paper that over the following 5 years ALL came true. (cue the theme from Twilight Zone). The 3rd 2 years ago was a lovely lady who told me plenty of bad things about my exN/S and then that someone childlike would die soon. The very next day I was asked to sit with my grandmother who was dying from a 9 yr battle with Alzheimers. (still got that Twilight Zone theme playing?)
So last night I saw someone local who came highly recommended. My specific goal was to fuel my mind with some images to look forward to, rather than those I’d been working so hard with from the past in therapy. There were a number of interesting things she told me about my romantic future (not really interesting to me since I feel so romance-aversive), but she was bang on about me more than loving my career and also feeling a pull to get my work into a gallery in the next few years (I used to exhibit but havent for almost 20 years). She doesnt know I’ve been working on a book.
But what is hanging before my eyes today like a stray hair from my bangs, is what she said about my exN/S.
- That like someone who is disturbed, I can feel empathy for him all I want, but I cannot cure him of his brains faulty thinking. She spoke of him as though he were schizophrenic or bipolar, of electric impulses in his mind that were “off”, and “misfiring”. An interesting way to view Nism or Sociopathy. And that as soft as my heart was and always will be for him, I cannot let him near me because he will feel driven by these “misfirings” to do things that will end up hurting me again.
well…duh
- and…
that he still loves me and thinks about me often, maybe even daily.
And what strikes me is, that feels more accurate than the way I’ve been thinking about him the last few years.
And it saddens me to believe, that while he is loveable, and a worthwhile human being, he really is so impaired by his disorder, than he will hurt everyone whom he feels he loves, and hurt them more than the strangers he targets…and that he probably WILL live a life of drama and pain and broken hearts.
My soft heart feels a lot of sadness about that.
Its not what I would hope for him, but then the 7 years I spent with him were not what I would hope for anyone.
Its a terrible, heart breaking thing for all of us isnt it?
and completely outside of our influence or control. All we can do is stay far away.
sad
sad
sad