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		<title>Personal Realization Attained via a TV Show??</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[  The last time I looked at this site was 3 months ago (give or take a day or two). Before that, it had been over a year&#8230;. and before that, who the hell even knows!
   I used to be able to write my feelings, thoughts, experiences and ideas down so easily. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>  The last time I looked at this site was 3 months ago (give or take a day or two). Before that, it had been over a year&#8230;. and before that, who the hell even knows!<br />
   I used to be able to write my feelings, thoughts, experiences and ideas down so easily. It took little to no effort at all. I had an English professor in college that said I was a natural at what is termed as &#8220;automatic writing&#8221;. I had the inane knack of being able to let my mind go into automatic pilot and just write.<br />
  My mom told me over and over again I should write a book. Not necessarily because of my experiences, but because of the way I was able to express feelings and thougts so vividly and precisely on paper.<br />
  All that seemed to change several years ago. I could never really figure out what happened until last night. Last night while watching Grey&#8217;s Anatomy, the character Christina Yang  was explaining to her boyfriend why she held so much of herself back. Can you believe it? My &#8220;AHA!&#8221; moment came from watching a damn TV show!? Believe me, the ridiculousness isn&#8217;t lost on me.<br />
  Anyway, she said EXACTLY what I have been feeling all these years and couldn&#8217;t put my finger on. She said, in a span of maybe 2 minutes, tops, what I have been wrestling with and trying to realize for at the very least, 11 years now.<br />
  All summed up, wrapped up in a little package, stamped, labeled and ready for storage&#8230; at least 11 years of confusion, frustration, anger, sadness, loss, pain and tears spewed in nice neat little sentences from an actress&#8217;s mouth on a primetime program on TV.  Weird.<br />
   What she said was the reason for her not giving much of herself,  was how a past relationship effected her and it was my so-called indescribable feelings put into words.<br />
  In my past relationship, I kept giving away pieces of myself, so slowly that i didn&#8217;t even notice. I didn&#8217;t notice that every time I was cheated on, lied to, pushed away, only to be pulled back again was chipping away pieces of me. I thought it was chipping away pieces of us, in the relationship. I didn&#8217;tnotice until the very end that all of it was doing damage to me. And even then, I didn&#8217;t realize to the core of my being that what I sacrificed in the name of love, what I gave in the name of honor and commitment, what i lived and breathed because I beleived in her, in us, was chipping away little bits and pieces of myself because it was all for not. I was doing what I never intended to do, I was doing what I swore I&#8217;d never do&#8230; let my love for someone take pieces of myself.<br />
  Maybe I did brush up against this realization a time or two over the years, because I can specifically remember a time, several years after our breakup we talked. I told her then that I still struggled with stuff. I told her that it was unfair to my current partner (with whom I am still with), because I had given her everything I had, and when I didn&#8217;t have anymore to give, I some how, some way found more- I had believed in us that much. But now in my current relationship I feel tapped out. Like I just don&#8217;t have anything left to give. And I guess I haven&#8217;t. Little by little things were being chipped away.<br />
  Go figure, the lightbulb went off while watching a damn TV show!</p>
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