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Worst Birthday Ever


I turned 35 today…  Well… as it is after midnight I guess I turned 35 yesterday, technically.  I spent the day alone apart for a one hour supervised visit with my husband.  I miss him so much and I am ready for him to be home with me.  Usually we have a huge birthday celebration… I started the tradition when we started dating – I would celebrate my husband’s birthday for the entire week — I gave him a gift every day for the week leading up to his birthday and then had a big gift, balloons, cake, etc on his birthday.  Now it is what we do for each other every year..  He went into the hospital on Wednesday and today was the first time I’ve been able to see him since.  Looks like he won’t get out until Monday at the earliest.  I love him so much and I feel so lost with him away.  I cannot stand not being able to see him or talk to him whenever I want…  He wants to come home so badly and I want him here with me.

 

Invincible


When you have a painful history you are often tempted to avoid anything that reminds you of your past… to throw it all away and to vehemently deny your past. I am tempted all the time to just think of the future and shove thoughts of my past aside and pretend they did not change me drastically. When something comes up that takes me back in time – a smell, a song, a taste – I cringe away from those encounters. Today I embraced my past. I was 20 years old and invincible again. I put on my dark wash jeans, black tank top, black eye-liner and drove down the road with the windows down and the radio so loud I could feel the base line in my chest. I sang along to the songs and let my hand trail out the window catching the wind in my open palm. I went alone to the movies and had a great time. I recaptured a lost piece of myself and had so much fun and felt so free…free and not afraid. I don’t have many days like that – and this one was certainly special. I know every day is different and what gives me hope is thinking there are more days like today in my future… and knowing that I can take pieces of my past and bring them with me – I don’t have to abandon all of me back there. I don’t have to leave those parts of me behind. I feel invincible today… invincible and wild and something approaching healthy.

Opening Up


This has  been an emotional and triumphant week for me.  I never imagined that I would be in this particular place.  On Wednesday I was asked to be a guest speaker for a small group.  I was asked to simply share my story and was told that many of the women attending would benefit from this.  I spoke to a group of women (and 2 men) and told them my story.  I told them about this life, this pain, this fear and this healing.  It was terrifying to speak to strangers so openly…to lay my heart open to them and trust that they would handle it with loving-kindness.  The response was over-whelming.  I was so moved by their compassion… and so much more… they seemed so genuinely touched by my words… they were moved to share their own stories and we hugged and cried and prayed together.  These wonderful people opened their homes, lives and hearts to me and trusted me with their truth.  There are no words for how powerful and moving it was.  On Sunday we stopped half-way home and visited my aunt and uncle – the first family I have had contact with in over two years.  I was able to open up to them and to share my heart with them as well… and they received me without rejection or criticism.  After so many years of silence I am finding my voice and I feel like a new woman.  I am not saying that I am suddenly healed after years of abuse, fear, anger etc… but I feel a new strength… This week brought so many surprises… so much hope… and for the first time in a long time I feel that my recovery WILL one day be complete.  I know life is a journey and I have far yet to go, but I know I will be ok… I am no longer focused on surviving my life… I am finding ways to live my life and to help others do the same.

Self Portrait


Pain

After years of self-abuse (cutting, drinking, drugs etc) I finally found the strength to cry out for help – that is what has gotten me to where I am today… I could not have made it this far without help and I would not have received help until I got brave enough to ask for it… I nearly waited too late to ask someone to take the knife out of my hand.

 

Help Me

I am finally seeing the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel… and though I still have the occasional flash back, it no longer cripples me nor does it define me.  My past is a part of what made me the woman I am today but it is not all that I am.  I know it does not have to consume me.  I have battled my way through terror, pain, frantic desperation and humiliation but I am here.  I am alive… possibly for the first time in my life I am not just existing…. I am LIVING.

 

A Day of Wild Goodness


Yesterday was a day filled with Wild Goodness (a phrase I stole from my husband.) First, let me explain what Wild Goodness means to me, without getting too “preachy”. Wild Goodness is the way I interpret the manifestation of God’s unfailing love for me. My heart is soothed by the natural world…by thunder-storms, by seeing animals in the wild, by flowers blooming, by shapes in clouds, by the surprise of a passionate kiss… by things that are beautiful and wild and possibly even dangerous. I feel wooed by God in unlikely ways… I feel His love for me in lightening (even though the thunder makes me jump every-single-time!) I feel it in butterflies, in sweat on my brow when I am pulling weeds, in the arms of my passionate husband, in orgasms, in the throbbing pulsing beats of my favorite hard rock songs, in the thrill of danger when you happen upon a snake or wild animal, in the wind on my skin… you catch my drift…

My day begins with squirrels.

These guys were playing outside my office.

These guys were playing outside my office.

 

Ok, ok…I know squirrels are often viewed as pests and rightly so, they can be very damaging…but let’s put all that aside for the moment and be purely emotional about them… no rational thinking allowed! Looking out of my office window I saw a mama squirrel carrying her baby in her mouth.  It was astonishing considering the ‘baby’ squirrel was nearly as large as the mother.  She was climbing the pillar of the building next door carrying her young one in her mouth.  Their nest was apparently under the cap of the corner of the building’s aluminum roofing.  Navigating the roof looked difficult…the pillars are rough and could be climbed with apparent ease – but getting to the nest required a clever jump onto a smooth surface with almost no purchase.  The mother squirrel had perfected this maneuver but the baby hesitated and would not make the jump.  The mother squirrel tried to carry the young one all the way but she could  not do it – they both nearly fell…it was time to change tactics.  The mother, with her young following closely on her tail, climbed the pillar, made the leap and went into the nest where she immediately poked her head back out waiting on the baby to follow.  After it was apparent the infant was not following the mother climbed down to the ground (followed by her baby) where she fussed over him and groomed him and allowed him to groom her… I interpreted it as reassurance… then they tried again… this happened over and over and after each failed attempt there was the time spent on the ground – fussing over her young with deliberate affection and reassurance.  Watching all of this… it reminded me of God’s patience for us.  It made me think of how He shows us the way over and over again and each time we fail he comes back for us, tells us we are loved and forgives us…then show us the way all over again.

 

From squirrels to snakes…

This little guy tried so hard to be fierce...

This little guy tried so hard to be fierce…

 

After work I decided to go to Phinizy Swamp Park to hike, read, journal, take photos, to commune with nature…I spied some picnic tables when I arrived and gathered my books, journal and camera and headed that way.  On my way over I spied a family – mother, father, 2 small blond boisterous boys and a large golden dog on a leash – all gathered around a spot on the ground making excited exclamations and gestures.  I could not resist, so I went to see what the fuss was about.   There on the ground, trying for all his worth to appear threatening, was a baby cotton-mouth.  This was a beautiful snake, about 5-6 inches long and a perfect example of Wild Goodness.  My photo hardly does him justice.  I know many would not find such pleasure in this encounter but to me it was God whispering his love directly to my wild heart.  The heart that has been broken, beaten, rejected, tossed aside… the part of my heart that feels dangerous and alone… I don’t know if you can understand, but I hope you can.  After meeting the snake I sat in the shade at a picnic table and read for a while (Currently working through Life After Trauma – if you are a survivor I would strongly recommend this book)  Ironically enough, I was spending time alone – while my current excercise in the book was about how trauma affects our ability to be alone and that is something worth reclaiming.  Again, I felt love enter into my soul, as though the timing of this outing and the material I was reading were orchestrated.  After I put away my things I took my trusty camera down a trail… the light by this time was beginning to take on a golden hue and the filtered light coming down to the forest floor turned my world a golden green, like a magical gateway.  I felt like I was being drawn, invited, allured into the heart of my creator… and deeper into my own heart as well.

Green Gateway

I turned a corner on the foot-path and happened upon a man with a large camera with a telephoto lens that I must admit a great deal of envy for… he was very still and silent … he was snapping photos of a very large river otter swimming up-stream.  (sad to say I could not get a clear shot of him)  I felt overwhelmed and grateful to witness such a beautiful creature.  The other photographer hiked on and disappeared around another bend in the trail and I was alone at the river side.  I felt overcome and grateful and happy.  I sank to my knees by the bank of the river and bowed my head and just let the feeling of thankfulness wash over and through me.  I let my guard down and allowed myself to feel deeply loved and humbled.  I lost myself in the moment alone in the woods.

River

After I left the riverside I found a trail that was closed for repairs – so, naturally I took that path!  It was a broken-down board walk going deeper into the silent woods and I loved the thrill of the aloneness and the (mostly imagined) danger.  Now, I am not advocating risky behavior, so let me explain that the board walk was not up off the ground but built directly on top of the ground – so I was not in danger of falling or anything… This broken trail lead me to a lake that was surrounded by a picket fence.  The lake was lush and filled with turtles and minnows.  As I was walking around the lake I was feeling impatient…wanting the next thing… the next wildlife encounter, the next thrill…I was there surrounded by beauty and was seriously tempted to stop and scroll back through the photos of the snake I had already taken.  It was at this moment that I felt like my creator was speaking to my heart… I felt like He was saying to me that this is a problem for me… I often see, hear, experience something wonderful…and I want to stop and stay in that moment.  I think this is natural and occurs with many people.  What I feel in my heart is that this is not what we are meant for.  These wonderful things are not our destination – they are land-marks.  There is nothing wrong with stopping to enjoy a landmark but it is not where you want to build your home.  I too often want to stop or go back to the last blessing, the last break-through, the last revelation, to the last time I felt that I was on the “right” path.  This is foolish thinking… What we are called to and what we are created for is the journey whose final destination is far better than any we can imagine and more beautiful than any landmark we may see along the way.  I felt like God was calling me to His heart in a way that He designed just for me… that is the wonderful thing about the Lover of our Soul… He knows just how to romance you.  How he next romanced me was through the sighting of a Monarch.  MonarchI know that these are probably not the most beautiful butterflies in the whole of creation, but for some reason they are very special to me and I have fixated on them for years… I have seen photos and read about them but I had actually never seen one in the wild until this day.  Even though it is a simple, small thing I cannot adequately express how happy it made me and how loved I felt witnessing this beautiful creature.

I walked on and came out of the woods into a flat land dotted with large ponds populated by several birds… I saw Snowy Egrets, Great Herons, Wood Ducks and water fowl that I could not identify… I watched Purple Martins swirl and dive and perform aerial acrobatics I would hardly thought possible – a beautiful aerial display!  As I as walking along one of these ponds  I heard some owls calling to each other in the distance… it was like listening to a conversation… I would hear one off to my left, then a reply very close to me (but out of sight) then another reply off to my left.  Their cries were beautiful and melodious and a bit chilling.

By now the sun-light was all golden and the sky was turning pink and orange with the dying light.  It was then that I saw the first of 3 alligators.  gatorHe was swimming along and when he noticed me he first sank low in the water – since I did not want him to disappear – I knelt down by the water’s edge so I would not be taller than the grass growing at the bank.  He seemed just as curious about me as I was about him… he swam up to the bank and stopped about 3 feet out and we just stared at each other for a few minutes.  It was  beautiful and again I felt that wild, dangerous love wash over me.  The lessening light reminded me that I needed to head out and find my way to civilization again.  In one of the last ponds I passed I had one more treat waiting for me… a large alligator was swimming lazily along and I again stopped and knelt and watched as this gator swam close to me too….about 2 feet away this time and we studied each other in the stillness of the growing shadows.

Big aligator

Since I was rapidly running out of light, I reluctantly got up and picked my way down the gravel path back to the woods where cardinals lead my way to the boardwalk.  They were like brilliant red beacons landing in my path and guiding me home.  I wish I could share every fine detail, every nuance of this day with you…I wish I could adequately describe to you the feeling of love that I allowed myself to be swept into on this day.  I also wish I could hold onto this moment forever – but I am now aware that this is a landmark – not a home… so I will record this day for you and for myself and I will look forward with hope to the wonder that is in store for me.

Phinizy Silos


It is hard for me when I think about how Eddie’s abuse affected me.  I hate that his actions have had such an influence over my life.  It has tainted how I view people.  It has made it nearly impossible to trust anyone – even myself.  I feel isolated much of the time – afraid that if people really knew me they wouldn’t want anything to do with me.  Because of what Eddie did I feel dirty and broken inside and that is not fair.  I feel like I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop – waiting to be abandoned and forgotten.  I grew up feeling invisible – I became the perfect chameleon, it’s how I survived.

I am still affected by his abuse today – I am so broken and so afraid.  I cannot function in a healthy relationship without constant guidance and reassurance.  I am afraid to have sex because I dont’ want my marriage tainted by Eddie’s touches.  I don’t want to think of his hands touching me when I should be enjoying my husband’s caress.  Because of the abuse I suffered as a child I feel powerless and tainted and worthless.  My life is still affected in so many areas.  I struggle in my marriage because I am unable to accept and trust love and affection.  I am affected in my job because I struggle to find my voice.  I am affected in my relationship with my family because I am still so afraid of them and I still feel crazy around them – crazy and so small.

One strength I developed because of the abuse is empathy.  I truly have a heart for the suffering.  I have a strongly developed sixth sense about people and their intentions.  It has helped me survive.  I developed a tender and caring heart and a strong desire to fight for the weak.  I developed and artistic eye and a desire to make the world beautiful.  I developed a rich imagination and a poet’s heart.  I escaped into words, books and dreams.  I found a way to wring pleasure out of almost any small thing – whether it is a gift or just the sight of a butterfly.  I am a strong woman.  I had to be to survive my childhood.  I locked myself away inside the warehouse of my mind and kept myself save in there between the dusty shelves.  If I survived this I can do anything.  I WILL make it out of this.  I WILL get better.  I will heal.  I am worth fighting for.  I can do this.

 

Father, I thank you for the strength You gave me to overcome my past.  I invite you into my heart, into my healing, into my broken places and into my marriage.  Come, Jesus.   Make the broken whole again…


Excerpt from The Courage to Heal pg xxiv ~” Time will dull the pain, but deep healing doesn’t happen uness you consciously choose it”~

John Eldridge says in his book Wild at Heart that “A wound unfelt is a wound unhealed.”  So I have to ask myself – how do I feel?  How has living with this abuse made me feel…?  Following along in the first chapter of Courage I have journaled the following:

How abuse affected my self esteem: 

I feel…..

  • Bad, dirty, ashamed
  • Like there’s something wrong with me
  • Like if people really knew me they would leave me
  • Like I hate myself
  • Immobilized by fear/can’t get motivated
  • Unable to protect myself
  • Self destructive

I don’t know how to….

  • Identify my own needs
  • Feel good
  • Nurture myself
  • Trust myself
  • Recognize my own interests/talents/goals (my heart)

I feel like I can’t accomplish what I set out to do

I feel like I can’t move on with my life.

I feel compelled to be perfect

I feel like I am missing large parts of my childhood…

How this abuse has affected my body:

I have a hard time:

  • Appreciating and accepting my body
  • Feeling at home in my own skin
  • Being fully present in my body
  • experiencing a full rang of feelings in my body.
  • experiencing my body as a unified whole.

I have:

  • Hurt myself ~abused my body
  • Used alcohol and drugs
  • Had an eating disorder
  • Had a physical illness connected to my abuse
  • Felt as though I sometimes leave my body.

Sometimes I:

  • Am not always aware of the messages my body gives me (hunger, fear, tiredness…)
  • Mistrust my body
  • Feel numb or disconnected from physical sensations
  • Startle easily and have a hard time calming down
  • Am unable to relax and feel physically safe.

Relating to intimacy – Sometimes I:

  • Find it difficult to: trust people, make close friends, create/maintain healthy relationships, give or receive nurturing, be affectionate, say no/set appropriate boundaries.
  • I feel I don’t deserve love
  • I am afraid of people
  • I feel alienated/isolated
  • I rarely feel connected to self/others
  • I don’t know how to trust
  • I feel betrayed and taken advantage of
  • I shut down, get nervous, panic when people get too close
  • I cling to people I care about
  • I expect people to leave me.

It is hard to take an honest look at my life – to survey the damage like I am taking inventory.  I don’t exactly know how to feel about all of this…mosty I look over the different aspects of my life and kind of nod to myself and think…”Well this explains a lot.”

Please bear with me dear readers.  I am by far not through this journey yet.

Peace be with you.

Therapy Letter #3 – To my Husband


Dear M____,
This is the most difficult letter I will ever write to you. I know I have apologized a thousand times to you over the years and I know I have hurt you a million more. I know that you have no reason to hope for me to change, but I promise you I am trying. I realized this morning that I have become an abuser. The cycle must stop with me. You have pointed out to me that I have been abusing myself – but I realized this morning I have been abusing you as well.
All my life I learned that love meant judgement, rejection and pain. Though I had glimmers of real love in my grandmother, sadly, she wasn’t the stronger influence in my life. My toxic parents were…their lessons of love driven home much harder and deeper than hers. This is not an excuse, just an explanation. My life has been filled with overwhelming pain since birth and pain has been my constant companion. I don’t want this anymore.
All of those unhealthy abusive behaviors followed me from my parent’s home into ours. I have neglected you and withdrew into myself and withheld love from you. It does not matter that this was not a conscious decision or done with intent. The result is the same. Pain. Doubt. A crumbling marriage.
I realize this morning that the times I am feeling the most fear and panic and doubt are the times I need to be running to you – not away from you. Because of my fear of love and feelings of worthlessness I have continued my parent’s toxic abuse cycle with you in our marriage. I have been come the thing I hate. No wonder you don’t feel safe with me.
I don’t know why God brought us together but I fear that I don’t have much to offer you. I know I have a long road to recovery ahead of me and I know I won’t get it right all the time – but I promise to get it right more often than I get it wrong.
I want to tell you that I am profoundly sorry fo all the pain I caused you through the course of our relationship. I want to tell you that I truly understand if you don’t want anything to do with me – after all – I am more like our fathers than you mother or my grandmother. I am self-centered and neglectful nd don’t deserve another chance to hurt you. You have this beautiful, loving heart and I have done my best to destroy it. You don’t deserve this.
this is what I can promise you… I love you with all my heart and I am fully committed to you – to us- and I will do everything in my power to break this cycle. I will make better choices – when all of my instincts tell me to withdraw – to hide…I will make a conscious decision to seek your heart that much harder. When I feel like pulling away I will cling to us and to God. I will pray against my strongholds daily and I will seek God in our marriage. I will see you and love you and not hide myself from you. I will fight harder against the lies and patterns I was raised around and I will talk openly about my hopes, beliefs, fears and doubts instead of retreating into my head and locking down my heart.
I take full responsibility for the current problems in our marriage and I beg your forgiveness.
I love you M___. I pray that I haven’t ruined this.
Love,
No Longer Damaged Goods

Little Girl Blue


Little girl, pigtails and blue-jeans

all muddy and smiling so big!

I love to watch you fling out your arms

and twirl in the sunshine. You see

the world through uniqe eyes that

accept with blind faith the beauty

and wildness of the world was created for you.

You know instinctively that  joy is

your reason for being.  You take delight

everywhere you find it and accept

without question that happiness is yours.

Perhaps I will come twirl with you today –

and you can show me the world through your eyes.

Siren


There’s something out there that is calling to me. 

I hear the voice clearly – haunting – chilling-alluring.

I long to follow… but I am so afraid.

It whispers, teases, shouts – and still I stand-

frozen and impotent.

When I break free of this I will run blindly

into that tantalizing music of freedom

and find my laughter waiting for me there.