Can love Kill

Can love Kill?

Gilberto Gamberini

www.gilbertogamberini.it

Can love kill?

you can slowly die inside, pretending external indifference while the soul is pining away and consuming.

You can die in stop having care for yourself, letting yourself go to the smoke, to the alcohol or to substances, without restraint, in a kind of slow suicide that wipes out the ability to survive of your body.

You can die with a gesture….

As in the suicide of young people…

Looking for a solution that seems to be round the corner but that it is never a solution, it’s the end of any attempt of solution...

From that pain that saturated the mind, up to reach that unbearable depthst that founds an apparent solution in death. It's the ghettoization of myself, load of pain, that becomes anguish, unbearable to bear, any both the cause that has produced it…

I could be so many other things but in those moments of refolding on myself I am not able in gathering the sense of what I could become except of that "me"....

The antechamber of the suicide is really this: the total and absolute internal isolation and the progressive and inalienable desire to put an end to everything ... It's the intolerable sense of suffering, determined by loneliness and by the impossibility to communicate that seems to be the determining factor of the suicide ....

Nothing doesn't happen, until an event makes fall to the sudden a situation which already was in precarious equilibrium.

As In the Right not to Kill yourself

It can even be a normal event inserted in a psychic situation of suffering that makes things fall where the threshold of the perceptions causing pain and internal suffering has abnormally lowered.

…. Events that have a big impact in the emotional sphere and that you are incapable to face:

as the End of a Love....

To those people, those who suffer for the end of a love,

of their great love,

of that love that has taken all the strengths,

that has taken their life,

they believe not to be able to keep on living without that love .

….

To those who don't understand that end

and keep on not wanting to see it in the thousand gestures,

in the thousand tones around them,

continuing to feed of their illusion.

.. as Milton H Erickson sustained.

They have to find the courage to express themseves,

and expressing, finally,

they will sign an essay of peace with themselves

they will get their purposes,

and if they won't get them now,

there will be endless other occasions of their life.

Any psychotherapy

can return them their love: that love,

that kind of only love.

I say

continue to love,

to keep on loving for themselves,

and,

when all the tears will be versed,

when they will reach the fund of that terrible well,

their look will turn toward a new direction,

for a love that does not only asks but gives.

When they will understand

that nothing stays to do in a present,

already passed, then

they will understand

that a different future can exist.

I say :

don't pretend that that love is returneded,

if this cannot happen anymore.

The main point is: that love is given.

… and as always happens,

you will discover that the greatest love,

is that one that has still to come,

and when you will leave things happen

then you will see them really happen.

Express your love again,

if you want,

express it all,

crawl on the ground,

if you want it and if you are able to do this,

for that love,

but, then, when

you have expressed everything,

when

you have emptied your full soul,

then you have to accept the reality of things.

Play

all of your cards, but, then,

you have to accept the reality of that game.

You will feel tired… as after having crossed

more than halves the walk of your life…

empty…

I know, I feel, I see, I listen it

I understand,

there will come a moment when

all of this will be returned to you,

wait the time, wait that

the time makes passing and to evolving

this moment..

Allow this season of the No Love to pass

Wait the

Seasons of your life .....

You have said,

you have expressed,

you have communicated

all that you feel

and this has to be enough for you…

there is nothing else that you can do…

You have now all done,

you have now everything said….

now you don't have to do anything else than waiting

that all goes….

It is not love

what turns into hate,

it has never been love,

but only possession.

You can not possess a soul …

you can never possess it,

but, you can cultivated it….

day by day…

as a flower…

a soul is not denied,

but you can continue loving her…

even if it’s not with you anymore.

But the answers are something else..

We love for what we feel in our heart…

Not for the answers that we can get…

And that love, the love we feel inside, ...noone can take it off..

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