This morning I prepared myself a spaghetti meal from that was left from the dinner. I was eating while participating in thoughts when suddenly I realized something was not right. My esophagus had over-traffic of spaghetti and it was starting to hurt. Sometimes it happens to me that when I eat too much too fast the food gets stuck in my esophagus and slowly and painfully make its way to the stomach - for some minutes I have pain. This time it was with pasta. As the ball of spaghetti was going down my esophagus the pain was increasing. I could not drink water this time to make it pass, it was too risky since the pasta was already hydrated and would not become mushy while I would be exposing me to choke with the water wanting to go to my respiratory conducts if it didn't make it to the stomach, as it happened once - it is very unpleasant, like suffocating.
I couldn't handle it, the pain was increasing in my belly, I stood up from my chair and went outside to the balcony. I bent on my knees i front of the garbage bin and removed from my mouth the part of spaghetti I had still not swallowed. The pain was so much that I thought about going to the hospital - but it was unpractical and a reaction out of fear. I felt like throwing up but I realized that with this spaghetti ball in my throat it wouldn't be easy for anything to go up - I feared the ball remaining stuck in the middle, as it was already half way down it as unpractical for another 'force' to try to make it go up, given the difficulty of the ball of spaghetti to move through my esophagus - furthermore the acid would make the experience even worse.
I had no way out, I had to wait until the spaghetti ball would make it through the stomach. I felt like I was going to suffocate - I was not breathing properly due to the pain and the fear. I forced myself to breathe, it was very difficult because with every inspiration and expiration there was pain - but I couldn't stop breathing!
There was nothing left more to do than forgive myself. And I forgave myself for accepting and allowing myself to fear suffocating. And I forgave myself for accepting and allowing myself to die. And I breathed through it. And the self forgiveness was the only thing I could do. Suddenly the ball reached the stomach and the pain dissipated. I was still on my knees in front of the garbage bin, smelling the shit that was in there. I didn't care, I felt like crying and did it for a moment. then I breathed again and it was all over.
I desired in the past to be in a situation where I had to do self forgiveness - I wanted this situation where there is too much to handle that I HAVE TO forgive myself. I wanted this moment to come where I have nothing left to do than to forgive myself - because apparently I cannot forgive myself. I have resisted self forgiveness and thus desired this to happen. Now I know that all will do self forgiveness - everyone: when the pain is too much to handle and there is nothing else one can do to stop it - if one have to make it through the pain: then there will be self forgiveness. Now I don't require to waste my life until there is nothing left to do other than forgive myself - because I know I will have to do self forgiveness thus I'll better do it now and save myself from the experience.
I couldn't handle it, the pain was increasing in my belly, I stood up from my chair and went outside to the balcony. I bent on my knees i front of the garbage bin and removed from my mouth the part of spaghetti I had still not swallowed. The pain was so much that I thought about going to the hospital - but it was unpractical and a reaction out of fear. I felt like throwing up but I realized that with this spaghetti ball in my throat it wouldn't be easy for anything to go up - I feared the ball remaining stuck in the middle, as it was already half way down it as unpractical for another 'force' to try to make it go up, given the difficulty of the ball of spaghetti to move through my esophagus - furthermore the acid would make the experience even worse.
I had no way out, I had to wait until the spaghetti ball would make it through the stomach. I felt like I was going to suffocate - I was not breathing properly due to the pain and the fear. I forced myself to breathe, it was very difficult because with every inspiration and expiration there was pain - but I couldn't stop breathing!
There was nothing left more to do than forgive myself. And I forgave myself for accepting and allowing myself to fear suffocating. And I forgave myself for accepting and allowing myself to die. And I breathed through it. And the self forgiveness was the only thing I could do. Suddenly the ball reached the stomach and the pain dissipated. I was still on my knees in front of the garbage bin, smelling the shit that was in there. I didn't care, I felt like crying and did it for a moment. then I breathed again and it was all over.
I desired in the past to be in a situation where I had to do self forgiveness - I wanted this situation where there is too much to handle that I HAVE TO forgive myself. I wanted this moment to come where I have nothing left to do than to forgive myself - because apparently I cannot forgive myself. I have resisted self forgiveness and thus desired this to happen. Now I know that all will do self forgiveness - everyone: when the pain is too much to handle and there is nothing else one can do to stop it - if one have to make it through the pain: then there will be self forgiveness. Now I don't require to waste my life until there is nothing left to do other than forgive myself - because I know I will have to do self forgiveness thus I'll better do it now and save myself from the experience.
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| 'Bringing Myself Back to Myself' - Aquatint etching by Marlen Vargas - 2011 © |

