It was a movie based on Herman hesse's novel, Siddhartha.

I thought it would uplift me spiritually and it might have if there had not been any love scenes.

I deleted those and now I have a little choppy version of it, but no triggers.

I have the book, too.

I love Siddhartha.

But I also have a big crush on him. I feel like I am beneath him. My mentor says that I obsess about certain romantic figures and make them better than me. I have these notions that I am not good enough for them or they are too good for me. Not to mention how the love scenes totally undid me. I got jealous of the woman! I felt like I was being exposed to the act, as I had been in real life, growing up. That's a form of sa. Witnessing age inappropriate behavior as a child.

Carol