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ðFinally, I said it all, what was in my heart. The Castle Above the Clouds | Series: Factorization of the Heart
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The Castle Above the Clouds
There is a castle above the clouds,
where no one treats me badly,
a woman in a white dress
sings a lullaby,
and says, 'I love you.'
To summarize that song, it went something like this.
I couldn't say, 'Help me.'
My family ran a business, so it was very busy. My parents worked from morning till night, and my older sister was always out with her friends.
Left alone in the living room, there was some food in front of me.
After placing it there, my mother would return to the workspace downstairs as if to say, 'This will do.'
It seems I couldn't find my voice, and I wanted to say, 'Wait.' I wanted to say, 'Help me.'
I wasn't hit. I wasn't told anything cruel. On the contrary, they would take time out of their busy schedules to bring me snacks. They would take time to spend with us children and watch TV together. We would eat dinner together. My sister was considerate of our busy parents, and I unknowingly thought that this wasn't a situation where I should be complaining.
But deep down, although I didn't realize it, it seems I wanted to say, 'Help me.'
The Power of Analysis That Was Validated
Today, I went to see a new mental health professional.
Since I started writing on note, began doing 'Factorization of the Heart,' and remembered my 'one-line diary,' I analyzed my state from childhood to the present. Through realizations gained from books, I was finally able to talk about what had happened without making myself or my family the bad guys.
Many people ask me what I am struggling with, but I didn't know where to start the conversation to make it a consultation.
When I was a toddler, after my mother left me sitting in the living room with a snack placed in front of me, my memory would blank out after a feeling that didn't even reach the level of wanting to say, 'Wait.'
Using that as a starting point, I told the professional everything that had happened up until now. It was the first time I had ever spoken about it in front of someone. While holding back tears many times, I managed to tell the whole story, including why I hadn't been able to talk about it until now.
The professional said:
ãThere are almost no people who can talk about themselves the way you do. I think you can be proud of that.
they said.
ãWhen I sat in a chair later, I thought that since a professional said it, my own analysis wasn't wrong either, and so everything would be okay. I felt that it was fine for me to pursue my SEO job, which is an analytical field, and to write self-analysis articles on note, just as I wanted.
ãI had received validation.
ãI thought everything was good.
The song "There is a castle above the clouds" was my song.
ãWhen I heard this song, I thought that my old memories from the past had already faded. Because it was in the past, I felt I shouldn't remember or talk about such things and make my parents sad. Somewhere, I had been thinking that way. And yet, I remembered it so clearly it stuck in my ears, and for some reason, I often sing it.
ãOn the way back from the professional's office, while I was on the bus, this song started playing in my head. And I thought, this was my song.
ãThere is a castle above the clouds,
where no one treats you badly,
a woman in a white dress
sings a lullaby
and says 'I love you'ã
ãI realized that was why I was crying so much.
ãThis was a song that an unfortunate girl on stage sang to comfort herself.
ãAs the song kept refraining, I felt a stinging sensation deep in my nose.
ãI felt as if I were hugging my childhood self, and the song the girl sang felt like a complex mix of "encouragement," "loneliness," and "innocent amusement."
ãI thought, I finally made it this far.
The desire to reward myself
Unable to tell anyone, unable to talk about it, for a long time I didn't know where the entrance or the door was, but with the help of my ex-boyfriend, my parents who gave me the opportunity to put the paper for self-analysis in front of me, my sister who still worried about me, school staff, books, and perhaps God, I was finally able to talk to a professional.
Of course, I have a little bit of my own strength, too.
I tried my best and wrote it down desperately, but since it's about me, no one can do anything about it, so I just did my best. It's only natural.
However, today I want to treat myself with a little kindness.
I want to tell myself that I did well.
I am truly glad I made it this far.
I want to tell myself that it's okay to cry while saying that.
I will lift my head up again starting tomorrow.
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