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.
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I don’t know what it is about feeling scared…but I do enjoy watching those crazy ghost hunter shows. I was watching one tonight. I’m alone in the house and watching this spooky show, having a drink and just relaxing and letting the stress of my day just go away…then the light outside goes crazy. It’s one of those motion-sensor lights that lights up the entire back yard and I had to resist the urge to run and set the alarm. Immediately all those horror movies I love so much came back to me. I am thinking of all the bad guys I’ve ever watched while cringing and hoping that at least someone makes it out of the movie alive. I know rationally that it’s just the wind blowing the trees…or some random neighborhood cat or something completely innocuous – but my imagination runs wild and I feel that thrill of fear. After a life-time of living in fear – true fear – it’s nice to be in a place in my life that fear is re-claimed. I’m not entirely sure that would make sense to anyone but me…but I reclaim my fear. I reclaim it for myself. I know fear is a healthy emotion when it occurs naturally and that it is intended to warn us, to assist us, to serve us. In my life, fear used to rule me. No more. Now I am living from ny heart and I am so glad that I am at a place where I can enjoy fear as a healthy part of my life.
I’ve been absent from the electronic world for quite a while now… I’ve been working on a wonderful book called “The Courage to Heal: A Guide for Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse” by Laura Davis and Ellen Bass. It’s a wonderful therapeutic tool with several writing and meditation exercises. This book has taken me on a journey though my anger, my pain and my memories. Through it I am finding connections to my past in many unexpected places and through many maladaptive coping mechanisms. I am learning to identify survival techniques that helped me claw my way out of hell but are no longer serving me now. I am learning to honor those defense mechanisms and to release them. By no means have I “arrived” but for possibly the first time in my life I am consistently traveling on the road to healing. If you will permit me I would like to share more of that healing journey with you through sharing my journaling from this wonderful book as well as my writing exercises from it and an honest look at my anger and fear and the relinquishment of the same. May love and peace find you-may it find me as well.
There is so much I don’t understand about this life. It feels like it is crumbling around me.. every time I feel safe – like I might possibly have a chance at being ok, like I might actually be beginning to grasp things and see some glimmer of day-light… it hits. Life socks me right in the gut and tells me again how worthless I am. How am I supposed to stop believing that I am worthless when the evidence is all around me. I hurt the people I love. I am desperate for forgiveness – for absolution. I pray and I pray… I am doing the work – reading the books… I am trying to get in touch with my heart and find some true peace but I don’t know if I will make it. I am terrified. There is one person on this earth who truly knows me and loves me and he can barely stand to be with me because I am so hurtful to him… I am screwing this up! I am failing all over again and I don’t know what to do. I can barely function. I wish I could just die sometimes so I could stop hurting people…stop hurting me. I wish I had never been born. I wish I didn’t exist. I keep praying for God to remake me… maybe I could be better -I don’t know. I just know that there’s something profoundly wrong with me and I am afraid I’ll never be right again.







