It is one of those days when my heart twists inside me like warped metal… feeling immovable and beyond repair.. I think about the View from the Pit sometimes and wonder why so few writers embrace and write about the pit… but I think it is because the pain there is so deep and so very personal that writing/speaking honestly about is like giving a piece of your soul away to strangers… it feels foolhardy, dangerous and way beyond vulnerable. How do I articulate this?…. Hmmmmmm… I have unshakable faith in Christ and I have a hope for a better life beyond this one… but if I did not have my faith I must say I don’t think I would have survived my life. I would certainly not be as close to daylight as I am now. I may sill be in the dark… I may still be in the pit… but I can at least see the blessed sun now and I know that I will one day soon feel the warmth of it on my skin with all of its life giving glory.
Tag Archive: healing
Green Pathways
I don’t know why but there’s just something so lonesome about a train… I spotted this one and had to snap a quick shot… I love the marriage of industry and nature in this scene…
I really enjoyed hiking here at Suwanee River State Park, the weather was perfect and the trail along the river was beautiful… I happened to hit it at that golden time of day when the light and shadows were playing off each other nicely…
Another Fine Mess
OK – well that’s a rather lighthearted title but this is a heavy post… I have unearthed new memories… very vivid ones and they are terrifying me. I feel like I am losing my mind and I don’t know what to do with all of these feelings that threaten to drown me.
***Disclaimer: this may be triggering to some – read with caution***
Here’s what I remember:
I am young (Don’t know what age, exactly) and I am being forced face down onto a soft surface (bed? couch?…) and I am wearing a dress and my panties have been pulled down and I am being raped from behind and I am beyond terror and the weight of the man on top of me pressing me down makes it impossible to breathe…
I feel my heart start to race and my insides twist just remembering this and writing it down feels dangerous… like he’s going to read this and know it’s me and come after me (even though I have protected myself with anonymity in this blog) I am so afraid sometimes. I hear a car door outside and jump and my heart will pound and I’ll have to calm myself down and remind myself that he is not coming after me. Some days I wonder how long will I carry this… and when will the remembering be over finally? I thought I was done with that part and I have made peace with the gaping holes in my memory… but they are determined to surface. I pray this is the last of them. I am ready for this chapter to close and the healing chapter to be in full swing. I know I have made lots of progress and I am proud of the work I have done to get this far. I have worked so very hard to be where I am and I do not want to dismiss that with my desire to be all the way better… and I also do not want to be content here… I know there is more out there for me and I desire and deserve all the wonderful things ahead of me.
The View From the Pit
I have a love/hate relationship with self-help/personal-growth books… On the one hand it is helpful and gratifying to know that it is possible to make it through the darkness and thrive on the other side of it all… on the other none of them really give you the view from the pit. It’s ugly here and no-one wants to look at it. Many of them give the briefest of descriptions of the ‘dark days’ and then focus on their steps/ideas/practices that got them out of the mess they were in. I want to see the pit… did life feel as despairing & hopeless to them as it does to me most days? Were they breathing in and out through lungs filled with un-heard screams? Was the pit every bit as deep and dark and ugly as it feels to me today? I would like to know the view from the pit… Then I can feel better about my chances of making it out alive.
Healing Your Emotional Self by Beverly Engel
I am working through this book right now – Healing your Emotional Self: A Powerful Program to help You Raise Your Self-Esteem, Quiet Your Inner Critic, and Overcome Your Shame. It’s a very good book… I have read about half the book so far and the section I am on right now is dealing with Identifying and Disengaging from our Inner Critic. Some of the phrases Ms. Engel suggests to use (out loud) with your inner critic are the following:
*Shut up!
*Stop it!
*This is poison. Stop it!
*Get off my back!
*This is garbage!
*These are lies.
*These are the same lies my mother/father told me.
*I don’t believe you.
*No more put-downs!
If you are anything like me your inner voice gives a running commentary on every thing you do or fail to do… I know my inner critic has been particularly vociferous of late. I am working to silence those voices that tell me that everything I do is wrong and the thoughts I think are stupid. It’s a long road and I find that the voices are loudest when my anxiety is running the most rampant. Today is a bad day. I must admit, I’m about a 6 on my Levels of Not Okayness and it feels like a struggle just trying to feel at home in my own skin. But all of that aside, I am determined to use the tools I have been given and call on the strength I know I have in side and I WILL overcome this. I am more than my failings and I am not what has been done to me. I am strong and smart and determined to get through this. I will find that inner integrity and I will cling to it like a life raft… I am not crazy or weak… I am enough and I can do this.
Brokenhearted – a cinquain
Please excuse the rambling crazy woman…
Disclaimer: This is a verbal vomit post… I have several things rattling ’round in my noggin and I have to vent this all out… this will likely jump from topic to topic and make little sense…so please forgive me ahead of time.
It’s that time of year… the time when we all look back over the passing year and evaluate how we feel about all we have learned and gone through. I have had so many high & low points this year… I am struggling with how to be honest about it all. How do you sum up a year in your life… do you just hit the highlights? There are those who insist on focusing only on the good things and not really acknowledging or giving space to the bad – but I personally feel that this does not work for me. It leaves my heart feeling cheated and the hurts become buried where they simply fester and turn into a lost temper over some trivial thing….(for example: at this exact moment my cat is meowing and I just want to scream at her…. She’s just a stupid animal and there is nothing wrong with her meowing – but with as stressed and sad and angry as I feel right now every little thing feels like a huge annoyance)
I started off the year working and living in another city from my husband… to be honest we weren’t sure at the time if our marriage was going to make it and being separated for a time seemed like a good idea – so I spent about 6 months living/working 4 hours away. We were both miserable apart. I hated every time I would visit him knowing that I would have to turn around in leave in about 30 hours… It was a difficult season in our marriage and in some ways as hard as it was that time apart strengthened our marriage. (Not that I would want to do that again) We’ve had so many ups and downs and I am not one of those married people who like to pretend that once you meet/marry your soul mate everything is just easy… that is a LIE. It is not easy. Love/marriage is a struggle and an active choice, one you must both chose and work on every day for the rest of your lives…but I will say that it is an easy choice to make. I love being with my husband. I love our laid back life, I love sitting with him on the couch as we each work on our separate projects and I love it when we are engaged with each other – playing games, watching movies, dreaming of our future. It is a wonderful feeling knowing that every day when you wake up and make the choice to put God first, your spouse second that you are married to someone making that same choice.
I decided to quit my corporate ladder-climbing job and take a huge risk and work only part time (at a book store – yay!) and spend the rest of my time running a daylily nursery from my home… MAN has this been an adjustment….I spent the first few months in a state of sheer panic thinking there was no way I had what it took to do this… now I feel I have hit my stride and start to feel antsy when I have too many days in a row spent indoors… Oddly enough I enjoy pulling weeds and planting flowers. It’s very hard work but so rewarding! (sounds a bit like a cliche, doesn’t it? – oh well)
I reconnected with a few family members…the first in nearly 3 years…. It was terrifying… Family has become somewhat of a fearful subject with me having become estranged from pretty much my entire family in 2011 or so. I felt this was a necessary choice for my own mental health and to be honest – though it has been a difficult choice that I would not recommend for everyone I am glad that I did it. I have made more progress in my own mental and emotional healing since I severed the ties. So anyway… I reconnected with my uncle and his fiance (now wife) first back in July and it was wonderful. It was such a pleasant and welcome surprise to be able to tell them about my life, about my abuse, about my fears and concerns and to be met with warmth and love and understanding. Part of me is still reeling from this and can scarcely believe my good fortune. More recently I have connected with an aunt, uncle, and cousins… They have been unbelievably kind and caring and wonderful… They have welcomed me in their homes and hearts and have made such a difference in my heart in such a short time. It feels good to have some family again. My brother told my aunt about my blog as an example of how crazy I am but his plan back-fired…she read my blog and now sees me – really sees me and cares about me and what I have been through. She has been so supportive and I cannot thank her enough. It’s amazing to me and so new…
I have learned so much this year… I have began taking Hebrew classes and can now read and write in Hebrew (Phonetically, anyway… still working on comprehension) and next week I start my Biblical Hebrew class focusing on reading comprehension from the Book of Genesis. I have learned other things too, unfortunately… I have learned of past betrayals from my family that have sent me reeling and hurt my heart in ways I cannot describe. I have learned wonderful things… like my marriage is stronger than I thought it was and we can survive more that we thought we could…. I have learned to be kinder to myself this year than last year and hope that trend of kindness will continue year to year…
I have embraced a new passion this year – Photography – and have allowed myself to fall in love with this artistic expression. I have had some photos published and even sold my first photo this year and cannot be more excited about that… I never dreamed anyone would look at my art and see anything in it….see anything in me. I am learning to see myself more clearly and to embrace my talents and see this as healthy and not dismiss it as pride or arrogance.
In my infinite clumsiness I have fallen up-stairs, down-stairs, careened off doorways and spilled boiling milk on myself (still healing from that last one)
I have visited new states and driven over a large portion of the eastern states on vacation. Went on my first barely planned vacation which was scary and fun at the same time (I am a creature of habit and usually prefer to plan everything out on vacation – not normally one for winging it.) This year we drove through state after state – often side-trekking onto back roads and I am surprised and happy to say that I LOVED it and hope to do the same in 2015. I have made new friends and let go of old friends… I am learning more about myself every day and plan to continue that trend.
I have embraced the pain in my past in a way I never have before – acknowledging it and allowing it to wash over me and through me and recognizing it is a part of me that if I continue to deny will never lead me to the emotional health I deserve.
I don’t know if any of this makes sense outside of my head and do not plan to read over it to find out… Goodbye 2014… please take with you all the fears, resentment, anger and heartache you brought… I am ready for a little peace now…
Gift from my Husband
This was written for me by my husband… He is such a gift!
My heart weeps for all your tears.
Your words convey your pain.
I ache to sing solace amidst your fears.
And brush away your rain.
I grieve with you each ill received.
Your voice cries out lost years.
Your plastered smile did not deceive.
I yearn to hold you near.
Your heart was buried amidst the shame.
Twas hidden among the scars.
You did not deserve an ounce of blame,
For untold lashes left to mar.
Voices maligned your every thought.
Mean words dashed your heart.
Cruel lessons were branded and severely taught,
And dark horrors did they impart.
To be raised by loathsome beasts at best,
And savage gods at worst,
I long to see your soul enjoy rest,
And all your wounds be nursed.
Each scar and tear is precious to me.
Your pain does not repel.
I chase each lingering shadow to flee,
And make the dark dispel.
Until your heart finds rest in my love,
Your head against my chest,
I’ll embrace you in mine arms my dove,
till serenity do you possess
You were punished for your sire’s sin.
Sacrificed to lust and pride.
You and your cousins given to perverse men,
While your childhood died.
You were offered up to protect their lies.
Innocence suffered mortal blows.
While they puff and guff and claim alibis,
Their children they laid low.
Their children used as human shields
Wounded youth left to die
How foolishly they abused the power they yield,
For their infants they did not even cry.
What cruelty seethes from lifeless eyes?
lips drip poison to their chins.
Injuries more upon your back now lie
you lost so they might win.
How willingly they strap you to the stake.
Your mother sheds not one tear.
Your father preaches to the mob so fake,
while they cling to his words as dear.
Vacant eyes stare as babies are sacrificed alive,
Cries rend the night.
Innocence voices are silenced by inhuman drives,
beautiful children see no more light.
The God they think they blameless serve,
will one day cast them out,
They will find the place that he reserved,
for monsters who acted devout.
God is merciful and loving and kind it’s true,
but one day time will end.
Justice will have His say and into hell will He spew,
those who did only pretend.
God saw each cut and bruise and lash,
which they willfully hid.
Their image would be fit for the trash,
if ever exposed what they did.
You were effectively silenced for many a year,
Your heart was left to die
Malevolent parents deceive all who give ear,
and you thought you were the lie.
My heart weeps for wrongs you have wearily bourne,
by callous hearts and dead eyes.
I pray I may care for the places you were savagely torn,
and weep with you while you cry.
No one deserves abuse and neglect.
least of all one so pure.
God tenderly caught each tear to collect,
forever in His arms He will assure.
The Way We Remember
I went back to my home-town not too long ago. There is a church there called Hopewell Baptist Church that is very old and no longer active – but the families of the original congregation still get together once a year and celebrate home-coming. Since I am a bit estranged from my family I chose to go at a time when I knew it would be abandoned. There is a cemetery there where some of my family is buried. I love to walk among the graves and touch the tombstones and commune with the people I miss so much.

The person I miss the most is my grandmother. Ever since she died I have felt like a part of my heart is missing. She was the one person who always saw me. She never made me feel invisible or inconvenient. She always made me feel special and seen and heard. She did not know all of the horrible things I was going through and scarcely a day goes by that I don’t wish I could have told her. I wish I could sit down with her now with a cup of tea and tell her all about it. I love her and I miss her so very much.
I am fascinated by how people choose to remember their loved ones… I saw these while walking on a boardwalk at Falling Creek Falls…
Seeing these made me wonder how I could honor and remember… and I decided to let my photographs speak for themselves… I hope you enjoy them – there is nothing that I could say about them without sounding trite… these photos are my memorial… Friends of Hopewell, I pray you feel my deep love and kinship in these photos… my thoughts are with you…
All American Holiday
I love the feel of good old fashioned celebration…I enjoyed being amongst the crowd watching the fireworks and hearing the ooh’s aah’s and cheering. It feels like community and makes me long for the America portrayed in Norman Rockwell paintings.























