8/27/29 Letter to friend Miss [
288]: "Well, a wk. from
tonight I shall be on the boat on my way home... I enjoyed
my stay and things were different from what I expected. One
thing happened I will tell you about when I see you, the last
night in...that I shouldn't have done, but I didn't regret
that and it is just recently that I can trace back this
hopeless feeling to that night. Wonder if I can make you
understand? It was not what I did that night, but the
realization of the weakness in myself. Now I see so clearly
how I am and will probably always be, as I'm not strong
enough to be otherwise. It is this way, [
288]. I may spend
months living right, etc., with very little temptations, and
then something will come along I want and then I have GOT to
have it and to hell with everything else. I realize dimly at
the time I shouldn't and that I'll pay, but no power on earth
could stop me. I just have to grab that minute regardless of
all else. And I shall probably be that way all my life.
This is why, [
288], I am so unhappy. There is not any need
of sitting down saying I can when I don't know if I'll ever
conquer it. So you see, [
288], my life will NEVER work out.
It can't, and I'm not strong enough to make it. Why say I
am, when I'm not? Don't believe I've been as unhappy and
unsettled since last Sept. Oh, that horrible month - and
October. Sometimes, [
288], I feel that has left so much that
cannot be erased. I feel differently even from when I last
saw you, like another person. Sometimes at night I lie and
can't go to sleep and think that if I were that type of
person I might kill myself, but as I am not I will either go
on not caring one way or other - unhappy or either start
running around promiscuously. Of the two, the first appeals
more than the last, yet I don't know. I just feel that my
life has come to a standstill and there is nothing ahead,
because I have lost all my faith in myself. You see, it was
not that night, but all it has made me realize. Since then
nothing of the sort has happened, but there have been times
when I would - I have known in myself that same powerful
feeling - but due to circumstance, etc., couldn't. However,
those times count as much as if they had really happened.
You'll say, 'Oh, but you can!' And I'll go for a while and
then the first thing I really want will come along and
nothing else will matter. Can you imagine the effect all
this has had on me? It is not due to the kind of people I
have met, but just myself. What matters now? Of course it's
never too late to start, but these numerous ones will do me
no good. I believe I'd be better not even to start, than to
make so many failures. There is a terrible weakness in
me... This winter I shall be so difficult you will not want
to be with me I'm afraid. If only I didn't have this
terrible desire to seize things and people so at once,
without waiting for normal development. I do know that I
have an almost uncanny instinct of knowing right from wrong,
and if I had your strength but I haven't. What will become
of me this winter? ...The strange thing is that only once
during all this time have I done a thing that according to my
ideas I shouldn't, but I know the times I would if possible.
This is getting me nowhere and I will stop. I hated to write
it to you, because you thought everything was all right, and
I have enjoyed the trip as much as I guess I'll ever enjoy
anything else - but those mad moments, if I allow myself
those - and the times are far and few between that I find a
person who can give me those. What a mess my mind is in!...
[
288], I am afraid to come home - wish I never had to come
back. I hate most everything about it - the reminders,
associations and the people. You, Mrs. [...], Mr. Cayce,
[
294] and [...] are all I care for, and to have to come back
- Have I the nerve?" [GD's note: We heard that she did
resume relationships with the man off and on. She wrecked
her health because she was constantly afraid of becoming
pregnant, and her mind fought her emotions.]
4/02/30 See Ck. Physical
369-5 indicating that she was on the
verge of T.B. [See subsequent Ck. Physical Rdgs. for various
ailments.]
7/28/30 Letter from a camp in Vermont bemoaned the fact that
she hadn't heard from...[him]; even though she had broken
with him she wanted assurance from him that he cared, etc:
"I spend most of my time out on the lake - I am learning to
paddle a canoe and it is lots of fun... I have had to build
up a wall around 'him'. I just cannot let myself think about
him. The minute I do everything goes and I am all sick
inside. Of course sometimes the wall cracks and crumbles and
I can't help it and it is awful. I am controlling my mind
pretty well now, but there is an undercurrent in everything I
do and that happens - that makes things seem well, not just
right. Even when I am not thinking of him. I am afraid it
will be years before it disappears."
8/09/30 Ltr. fr. N.H: "I planned to spend the mo. of Aug. in
camp, but it took me only one week-end to discover that camp
life was not for me... If I could only understand him - why
he did some things - his motives, no matter how bad they
were, I could be more at rest... I don't know if I can keep
on fighting or not. I won't ever go back with him, of that I
am positive."
8/20/30 "E... (the N.Y. man I met and admired so last summer)
committed suicide last week. Jumped off his apt. roof."
[She wrote that she was sick with indigestion, diarrhea,
etc., from indulging in candy, etc., and had torn down all
she had built during the summer - had lost
6-7 lbs.]
11/30 She made overtures to the man she was in love with -
sent him an expensive birthday gift - and resumed the
relationship.
2/21/31 See Ck. Life
369-7 advising that she had relied on
him in the Egyptian incarnation; he was her second husband,
after the change came with the Priest [
294]'s banishment; and
that the present relationship should be a development for
both of them.



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