Asking the Terrifying Question, What If I’m Actually Incapable of Love?
<p>I’ve experienced moments of being undeniably and wholly consumed with love — in family, friendship, romance, nature, creativity, and spiritual pursuits.</p>
<p>We’re talkin moved to tears, love. Feel it in my bones, love. Capital L love.</p>
<p>However, I’ve also felt periodic moments of alienation and nihilistic, existential self-doubt wherein I question my very capacity for love. We’re talkin born alone, die alone doubt. Terminally unique doubt. Capital D doubt.</p>
<p><em>What if I’m incapable of love?</em></p>
<p>Maybe you’ve experienced the private embarrassment of not knowing the answer to this terrifying question. Perhaps you’ve somehow managed to evade it altogether (good for you). But I recently had the opportunity to reflect on it and wanted to share my musings.</p>
<h1><strong>Prerequisites for Love</strong></h1>
<p>What is required of us to truly love?</p>
<p>To begin with, a profound sense of connection and belonging is necessary.</p>
<p>When I feel alone, isolated, and different (which is what <a href="https://medium.com/p/5fc3c47a2d0e" rel="noopener">trauma</a> does to everyone, btw), it’s difficult for me to give and receive real love. I can “perform” love, mimic love, and do lovey-looking things.</p>
<p>But to truly feel it deep down — to <em>be</em> love — I have to know you, be known by you, and know that we’re part of the same whole. Made of the same stuff. Inextricably linked. No better than or less than. No separation, secrets, pretense, or yeah buts.</p>
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