I haven’t wanted to write about this “out loud,” meaning I haven’t known how to talk with others outside my personal intimate circle about what happened to me some years ago.
I’ve written to my own self about it. In fact, I saved my own life by writing hundreds of pages, thousands of words about my soul-crushing experience of falling in love with someone who was beautiful, with a soft voice and the most intense personal radiance of anyone I’ve ever known. Sometimes light is blinding. And sometimes, due to processing experiences through the filter of our wounds and vulnerabilities, that light can seduce us away from that which is in darkness in our own selves.
In my Transformation 3 workshop, I teach about the characteristics of love and sex addiction. It’s rare that I meet or even work with someone who I might, from a clinical psychological perspective, diagnose as having those types of addictive compulsions. The reason I feel passionate about sharing this information with my students and clients is this: The compulsion to medicate inner emptiness with compulsive fantasies and the acting-out of those fantasies is a culture-wide problem. The inability to be truly intimate—emotionally—is epidemic. We live in a highly sexualized society: Children (especially little girls) are sexualized at an early age; men and women of all ages perceive their value based on
[NOTE: For some reason, my WordPress site sent out this unfinished draft of my blog article. I will finish writing the article soon, so please consider this the first installment! Best wishes, Luisa.]