In our ruthlessly unsusceptible society, the go-to play is to "say less". When referencing the proverbial hand book on city dating, this translates: If someone all of the sudden leaves your life without explanation, you’re expected to read between the lines and move on.
Gone seem to be the times of dramatic attempts to win back the hearts of vagrant lovers. If they stop reaching out, you just accept that things have ended! It’s called getting ghosted and it’s to be considered closure. Any lingering sentiments you're forsaken to grapple with are simply none of their concern. How grim...
If you’re like my confidants and I, you’ve found yourself in this frightful position at some point. You're feeling like a kid that got lost in a grocery store or forgotten at the bus stop on a rainy day. Some souls who've had practice healing the deep-seated wounds of youth recognize this type of emotional regression as an opportunity to console that inner child.
It’s natural to want to lash out or demand answers. Unfortunately, doing so will only leave you feeling more powerless and pathetic. So you’ve got to separate your desperation from the one who did the ghosting. Claim authority over your peace of mind and address worthiness issues head on. Because, truly, it has nothing to do with them.
Everyone’s living their own dream. A specter guest-stared in your dream to surface insecurities that want to be acknowledged and transcended . Thank your ghost for the tee off (energetically speaking) and don’t try to summon the departed.
You’ve got this! Reproachment with the self is much about unearthing and purification. Now: Throw in a load of wash and steep some actual tea, perhaps, to show yourself you care. Then have a think about a time you were ghosted or you ghosted someone else. Consider things that went left unsaid between you. Cozy up and compose a poem or short story in which you and the ghost, or you as the ghosts, are having that hindmost conversation you never actually got to have.
This is a healing exercise. It's you "doing the work" Not much else unveils covertly haunting skeletons in the closet like getting to latent laundry. And nothing helps process heavy feels like spilling tea!
Poems can be any style. Stories can be any length up to 1,000 words. And remember, though desirers of rekindling may momentarily resurface, this is a writing circle, not a séance. Let departed spirits rest in peace.
If your response to the Urban Ghost Stories writing prompt is published in our Tea Chronicles, you’ll receive a complimentary “Tell Ghost Stories” mug from our Mug Shop as our way of saying