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Green Monsters: understanding jealousy

Jealousy. Now the word doesn’t exactly have the most positive connotations, but it can, if harnessed properly.

After graduating from college I went in search of jobs, even though I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to do. Summer passed and my energies were scattered, still not sure where I was going or what was going to make me happy. A good friend of mine however, a year younger and still in school had an amazing internship lined up in the field of work that I love, broadcast journalism. She was going to work for a major news network covering local and world news. My question (or rather fear), was how had she managed to come so far but not me?

We had a lot in common this friend and I, and I value her dearly, but at the time I was so jealous of her. She was younger and already had her feet firmly planted in the ground. She was off to a great start in a field that I am equally passionate about. I certainly felt left behind, and had that “not good enough” feeling brewing inside of me.

As these feelings continued to simmer inside, and my attitude towards her began to take on a ’not-so-nice’ vibe owing to this jealousy I felt, I decided to write about my feelings as a way of venting. As I frantically scribbled them in my journal so as not to forget anything, I suddenly realized… I wasn’t really jealous of HER per se, but rather, I was jealous of the fact that she had found her passion in life and pursued it relentlessly. I knew the same career and line of work was also my passion, but I had not harnessed it as well as she had. As a result I felt inferior to her, and that’s what jealousy comes down to, it reflects a feeling of inferiority within ourselves.

Everything my friend did had the flair and intention of a journalist and now she had the professional experience to back it up. Where was my passion and why was I not calling it into existence? When I realized this, it was time to stop being angry at her and start taking responsibility for myself.

The jealousy I felt made me angry at my friend, but what had she done to me? Nothing. I realized then and there that part of living a full life is to take responsibility for your life. Taking responsibilty didn’t mean ”beating her up” for knowing and succeeding in her passion, and it didn’t mean “beating myself up” for not having found and pursued my passion earlier.

So what did it mean? Taking resposibilty means embracing this feeling of jealousy and allowing it to guide you towards that which fulfills you, so you feel whole and complete. I’ve learnt that jealousy is never directly about the other person per se, but rather what they have. And I don’t mean a car, job, house et., I mean a feeling, a state of being, that you wish you had too..whether it’s a feeling of being content, worthy, satisfied, fulfilled, loved or loving.

Jealousy helps to tells us what’s lacking in our own lives, what we’re unable to give to ourselves, but wish we could.

So next time the green monster pops up, use it to recognize what the other person is creating for themselves, that you wish you could create for yourself too. Once you start figuring that out, you can start identifying the blocks and working on dissolving them. And of course, don’t forget to thank the green monster along the way.

And did I mention, thanks to my green monster, I’m doing what I love now, I’ve found my passion and I know why I’m here. We all can :)

[contributed by Shruti]

Hope for the Heart - The Evidence

About six months ago, I suffered a terrible loss. The person that I was supposedly in love with (now I was pretty sure this was the first time I experienced real love–I could write a whole dissertation whether or not that was the case) broke up with me. He couldn’t do it any longer. Too much stress. Long distance. Blah blah blah. At the end of the romantic passionate affair, I was devastated–no, wait, obliterated. Of course my outlet was to write about the emotional turmoil I was going through (even during the relationship was turbulent). My experience at The Integratron can delineate some of the strife I went through and my overly simplistic and transparent poems show the aftermath (Solitaire, Jump in the Pool, The Vast Ocean). Anyway, I was crippled once again by unrequited love and for six months, I fell into some sort of daze and confusion about the impeding rupture in my heart. Yes, it does sound I’m a bit overreacting, but then again I’m overly sensitive and this was really how it felt. If you’ve suffered from a broken heart, you know what I’m saying. So for a few months, I found myself crying on and off about the incident, this loss that was surely imminent from the very start (why did I jump into that pool, again?). I would cry on my friends and family’s shoulders, asking for their wisdom. I would read articles and books on how to deal with loss and grief due to a break-up. I would swallow all these bitter pills of advice, but I would find myself choking on them and spitting them out. Because I couldn’t synthesize how two people who were meant to be together could not be together. I was stubbornly and sadly convinced that I had found “the one.” Oh yes, the elusive one. My friends tried to point out how he really wasn’t the one due to contradictions of our goals, lifestyles, and ultimately our beings. Shit, I myself pointed many of these things which did soothe and relieve the issue at hand. But somehow, ego crept back in, and said that because he didn’t want me, I somehow wasn’t good enough. These messages flared up due to an already damaged ego from the past that wasn’t healed when I began the relationship with my ex. Thus, I ate up these messages. They controlled me to the point of depression and stasis. Stasis because I was holding on to a fabricated version of what could have been with this guy. That maybe we could have had an amazing life together, traveling the world, eating exotic foods, and ultimately loving one another till the day we die. CUT! The movie fades and now I’m back to reality. The reality is that I was really just afraid. Afraid of the unknown. Afraid that my heart would never heal. Or maybe I was afraid that it would and there would be more in store for me. Either way, I acknowledged I was afraid and allowed my sadness to seep out and not go repressed. I was going to feel the pain this time. In the past, I couldn’t bear to feel the pain. In fact, I would cover it up–gloss it over through self-medication. Drugs. Alcohol. Prescription meds. Pseudo-relationships. All these didn’t do me any good in the past, so my therapist and I worked on just allowing. Don’t resist the pain but welcome it and then go about your day. So that’s exactly what I did. I let it in. And man, did this pain hurt! I felt it in my gut. In my chest…right in my heart. So many times, I just wanted to rip out my heart and take a gun and put a bullet in it to end the misery (remember depression exaggerates feelings/emotions by at least ten-fold). And then I would regain my senses and realize how ridiculous this all really is. I was sooooo over it. As Chris Crocker, the crazy T.V. on YouTube, would say: It’s a HAIR FLIP! Yeah everyone. It’s just a mother-effin hair-flip. Get over it. A more compassionate way to say it would be: Time heals all. Oh Time. Time, Time, Time. We’ve heard that a bunch of times (haha). My friends would stress how important time was. But well, I was impatient. So for several months there was a battle going on inside. It went something like this:

Will it ever get better? Sure it would. No this really hurts. No one will ever love me. I’ll be alone forever. That’s nonsense. You’re amazing. Way better than your ex. Oh but the pain. F#@$ the pain. You can’t depend on anyone but yourself for your true happiness…

And then I looked at my watch–no, the calendar–and you know what it said. It said that it was MAY! It was already May, and the break-up occurred in January. Good lord! How much time, books, money spent on psychotherapy does it take to get over it??! I told myself if I’m still cynical on my birthday which is in June, then I might as well shoot myself. Okay now that was a joke. But seriously I was at the point where enough is enough. I had discovered hope for hope. So June comes rolling by, and I feel pretty good. Then it was the day of my birthday. And I start thinking about him…oh no, not again. And I go, “screw that, I’m getting my eyebrows done!” So I go to the salon, park my car, and suddenly get a call from an undisclosed recipient. Lo and behold…it was my ex. And he was wishing me a happy birthday. We talked for a long time, and it was indeed a pleasant conversation. And when we finished, I realized something. I didn’t shed a single tear. Not one drop! In the past (we communicated still even though we broke up), I would end up crying during and after talking to him. But not this time. And what a gift that was on my freaking birthday. And then suddenly I felt at ease. I felt lighter. After that conversation, the burden that’s been suffocating me for the past several months, finally lifted. Then and there, I knew that there is truly hope for the salvation of my heart (and my sanity). And now there is no looking back, and I honestly can say I am feeling more alive–consciously alive– than ever before! :D