"...for home, as you may or may not know, is the only place where you can go out and in. There are places you can go into, and places you can go out of; but the one place, if you do but find it, where you may go out and in both, is home."
This was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time to read. I also got a few book recommendations from the photos of your bookshelves. Praying that God continues to pour His healing power into you. God bless you brother!
Right now it feels like I'm between homes. The "home" I grew up in isn't one of acceptance and the one I'm in now just feels like somewhere I go to sleep. As a result, I've been struggling with this feeling of not having a home base. I never though about trying to construct a home within myself. Thank you for this ❤️
My biological dad split when I was 3. As a result I’ve lived with so many of the same questions you reference here. Thanks for sharing your experience and wisdom. Beautifully said.
This was so profound. I love Dr. Thema. I resonated with what you said about drifting away from yourself and contorting to seem competent and attentive. I feel as though I need that slow pace that you talked about. Thanks so much for sharing.
As someone who got up and left the moment I realised living with my dad and brother was unsafe. Now someone who's packing up and moving to the city, sometimes i just lay on my temporary bed and cry because i really just want to go home.
It relates to home because to me, somehow it paints the feeling of what a warm happy beautiful childhood can be. Tinged with the melancholy of nostalgia. As you share, within the experience of home, can be a sadness of knowing that it will not be forever. The homes we left, the embraces and dreams we now know only in our memories. Yet you say you build another home wherever you go ❤️ and maybe for each home we loose or leave behind, we grow wiser in how important it is to deeply cherish and be with and care for the home of today. The most unrushed urgency 🥰
When shame takes root in the heart… it feels impossible to come home. This piece is beautifully written and so honest. Your example of how you bend and contort yourself out of place to reach others hit me hard and it highlighted some of the small moments I stray from home without realizing why I’m so uneasy. Thank you, Robert, for sharing. Your presence on Substack is greatly appreciated and I’m in awe of your work! 💚
Lovely to read this. Not sure I agree though. I loath myself; the delusions of schizophrenia do that to you! But I love Wendy and her children more than I thought was ever possible!
That sounds really tough. I really wish you well with that tricky inner loathing voice. And let's hope that love that being with Wendy and her children has revealed to you.. might one day spread like a virus also to the one behind that loving heart of yours. 🙏
The layers 😮💨
From navigating the space “between” to not finding the comfort “home” promises (and actually experiencing the opposite).
I had to read it twice and I’m almost certain I missed something. Thank you for sharing yourself, your words and your journey with us bro 🙏🏽
sheesh thank you so much bro.
"Adrift in the sea of others' expectations" -- that is definitely not a comfortable place and certainly not home. Thanks for writing, Robert
Whew it’s the worst. ♥️
Man you and I must be swimming in the same streams of consciousness somewhere up there. Your writings keep finding me right where I am.
I don't wanna word vommit in your comment section, so I'll save them for my own space, but thank you.
Word vomit is so ok ♥️
This felt like a warm hug after a long day, the kind that says I see you, I love you and welcome back.
I so love this. thank you
"...for home, as you may or may not know, is the only place where you can go out and in. There are places you can go into, and places you can go out of; but the one place, if you do but find it, where you may go out and in both, is home."
MacDonald, George. "Lilith"
This was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time to read. I also got a few book recommendations from the photos of your bookshelves. Praying that God continues to pour His healing power into you. God bless you brother!
Right now it feels like I'm between homes. The "home" I grew up in isn't one of acceptance and the one I'm in now just feels like somewhere I go to sleep. As a result, I've been struggling with this feeling of not having a home base. I never though about trying to construct a home within myself. Thank you for this ❤️
Dang. This is the second article I've read today that brought me to tears.
My biological dad split when I was 3. As a result I’ve lived with so many of the same questions you reference here. Thanks for sharing your experience and wisdom. Beautifully said.
wow thank you for sharing this with me
This was so profound. I love Dr. Thema. I resonated with what you said about drifting away from yourself and contorting to seem competent and attentive. I feel as though I need that slow pace that you talked about. Thanks so much for sharing.
Oh thank you so much for reading ♥️
You're welcome! Glad to do it!
As someone who got up and left the moment I realised living with my dad and brother was unsafe. Now someone who's packing up and moving to the city, sometimes i just lay on my temporary bed and cry because i really just want to go home.
These words give me a lot of comfort. Thank you.
Wow I hear you ♥️
This song found me last year. Your text made me think of it. It is unhurried 🙏 I wonder if you'll like it as much as me.
Slow Meadow-Boy in a water globe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drNVwSgsBms
It relates to home because to me, somehow it paints the feeling of what a warm happy beautiful childhood can be. Tinged with the melancholy of nostalgia. As you share, within the experience of home, can be a sadness of knowing that it will not be forever. The homes we left, the embraces and dreams we now know only in our memories. Yet you say you build another home wherever you go ❤️ and maybe for each home we loose or leave behind, we grow wiser in how important it is to deeply cherish and be with and care for the home of today. The most unrushed urgency 🥰
This is fabulous. Fabulous. Resonant work.
When shame takes root in the heart… it feels impossible to come home. This piece is beautifully written and so honest. Your example of how you bend and contort yourself out of place to reach others hit me hard and it highlighted some of the small moments I stray from home without realizing why I’m so uneasy. Thank you, Robert, for sharing. Your presence on Substack is greatly appreciated and I’m in awe of your work! 💚
This made me tear up. Thank you
Lovely to read this. Not sure I agree though. I loath myself; the delusions of schizophrenia do that to you! But I love Wendy and her children more than I thought was ever possible!
That sounds really tough. I really wish you well with that tricky inner loathing voice. And let's hope that love that being with Wendy and her children has revealed to you.. might one day spread like a virus also to the one behind that loving heart of yours. 🙏
I tried reading book titles to add to my list, but too hard to see. How about a book list?