BH, with help from Hashem, another week of Tahara. I don't take it for granted, this was a particularly difficult week.
I love havin' all of yous to hang out with and learn from.
I was deeply moved by a post by richtig earlier this week (not sure if this will work for link-
guardyoureyes.com/forum/19-Introduce-Yourself/396104-Some-Stuff?limit=15&start=60#397012 ). I want to share what it meant to me. I don't know if these feelings are so relatable, I'm writing them for myself, but you are all part of me now ...
I was driving in the car by myself, thinking about some of the things I had been reading on GYE, when I suddenly started weeping, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of sadness and regret for all of the mistakes I have made. I found myself crying over the pain of softhearted lonely Yeshiva Bochur I once was. Lurking in the dormitory, finding magazines that others had hidden, guilting about it the next day, then going back for more. Making heartfelt, whispered promises and breaking them, and breaking my own heart repeatedly in the process. Sobbing for the Chosheva yungerman I was, working on so much learning and growth, working on his relationship with a sweet wonderful good woman, who still managed to find himself looking for and at pornography in sick, hot, fascination, at strange and at trying times. And I was thinking about all the brachos that Hashem has given me, and how I have not repaid Him in kind, rather with רעה תחת טובה at so many occasions, so many mistakes.... A deep upswell of surprisingly powerful Charata, even בושה, from my depths. The tears left a weird feeling of peacefulness, too. Strange.
I called someone for Chizzuk, listened to what he said, and kept on going forward, to my next appointment, not really understanding the catalyst for the experience.
Richtig, you explained it so well. As too many years have gone by, I had to,
needed to accept myself as ok. So even while working on these inyanim, I began to accept these parts of myself. I told myself that my falls don't define me. That these struggles fall into the realm of normalcy. Everyone has a Yetzer, no one is perfect, etc... I grew a protective, leathery calloused shell around the softest, most vulnerable part of my heart. And I buried the despair of unrequited hope and forlorn guilt beneath a false wall of optimistic pragmatism. Kept shteiging, yeah, thats what I do. Helping other get better, teaching Torah, and the Torah is מגין ומציל and I am good. I did get better. but not completely. But I didn't feel a certain, deep kind of regret, in years. Until now.
And I think i understand it now. And I think for me, it's healthy now (though for others it may not be, guilt is like chemo - in the wrong doses it's catastrophic). Acceptance is good as a
Mechayeiv , not as a
Ptur.
For the first time in a long long time, I actually believe in my deepest self, that I can be ok, that I will be truly clean. I am chaimoigen, and I am working on being a tzaddik. I am.
And I can now, finally truly allow myslef to rip off the dead skin around my, thankfully-still-beating heart, and deeply regret all the lost yesterdays in a different way..... כי עמך הסליחה, למען תוורא - There is hopefulness now, and I can actually cope with ideas now that I couldn't before.....
I'm sorry, Tatteh, for not being who You wanted and hoped I would be, even after all these years. But i think, maybe, if you will continue to be so good and keep holding onto my hand, I can maybe give you a different kind of Nachas from now on... I'm snuggling under your Tallis, my new white one, and I can feel you holding me. Thank You for this new start.
And thank You for GYE.