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Healing Emotional Self

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.


I took this photograph of a Blue Morpho...broken and beautiful still

Heart torn –

yet not given

the precious gift of death…

I can only breathe in..and out…

waiting…


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…

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…

One Single Tear (part one)


   I will spare only one tear for you.  I dare not open the floodgates of my emotion lest the onslaught destroy me in a vortex of fear and self-loathing.  You are naught but a ghost.  I killed you that day.  I watched you die.  In desperation, I drove the knife home and I watched you writhe in agony with a bitter smile on my face.  I strove to destroy you, dear child…but not without reason.  I destroyed you to save you, that perhaps some small remnant of the girl you were could survive, pristine.

    I was a fool to attempt this.  I will never escape you.  You are soiled and ugly.  You are a protector of wrong, defender of evil.  You cause hurt to come upon others.  You have no pity. Stupid child. Pitiful creature.  To know you is to loathe you.  To despise your very existence.  Whore that you are, finding joy in your torture, enlisting the pity of others to aid in your healing.  You will never be free.  You live only to suffer, die only to rot.

    I did not bury you that day.  I torment myself with the knowledge of my deed.  My failure to eradicate you will haunt me forever.  You are the ghost that haunts my dreams.  You are the demon who terrorizes my waking hours.  You are my hell, my prison I have created and I cannot break free.  I hate you, unclean thing that you are.  I am locked in here with you-my tormentor. 

    I shed only one tear for you.  You will spend my whole life dyeing.  I spare only one tear for you because you will rape my soul forever.  You will rape my soul forever.

Worshiping at the Altar of Eddie


     

      My grandmother is fiercely loyal to her favorite son.  For reasons no one really knows she worships the ground he walks on.  It is not unlike a cult, with Eddie the proclaimed prophet or savior.  I will never understand where this unhealthy devotion comes from.  Growing up in this family of 8 children, Eddie was the one who could do no wrong.  He molested some and possibly all of his 5 sisters.  When they came and told their mother, she told all of the children to keep it a secret and not tell their father.  She was worried that if her husband found out he would kick Eddie out of the house.  She was more willing to sacrifice all 5 of her daughters to this man than to save her daughters and put him away where he belonged. 

      Later, after the children grew up and some had girls of their own, the entire family gladly left their daughters alone with this man knowing full well what he was capable of.  It was more important to  save this “good man” this “man of God” than to be sure their children were safe.  It was more important to preserve a reputation than any of the girl’s innocence.  We were all disposable.  Just something to be sacrificed at the Altar of Eddie.

      If I live to be a hundred years old, I will never know where all of the contempt came from.  Why were the girls in my family so despised?  Why were we so worthless to so many people?  Why were our lives not more important than the reputation and freedom of one man?  Why was it ok for Eddie to molest and rape us? 

      I know it’s impossible to ever get answers to these questions, but I long to understand.  There’s a part of me that believes if I could just understand this, my life would suddenly make sence.  I know this is pure fantasy and will never happen, but I just long to categorize these experiences and make them fit into some form of sanity.  I want to have simple explanations, even if they are painful ones.  Instead I am stuck with this horrible feeling of worthless-ness.  Of being a disposable object… a thing of contempt.  I feel like I must be truly broken for an entire family to want to toss me to a monster, then protect the monster.

      I know one day I will be beyond this in my healing and the quest for answers will not matter so much.  I know that one day I will learn to accept that my family is just profoundly broken and twisted and wrong and completely unaware of  what love actually is or what it means.  But between now and then I have this gaping hole in my heart and a pain that  permeates all I touch and a sadness that lingers behind my smile.

Anger (free verse)


 

Long ago, when I lay at your feet and whimpered beneath your touch I dared to dream of freedom. Never then did the thought of vengeance enter my mind. Your breath in my face tasted like death and the touch of your skin was beyond pain. The smell of you engulfed me, sickened, revolted me, and still I lived on. You are the disease that threatened to destroy me, but I am stronger than you … and wiser. I even smiled when you looked at me, showed you my best side. I knew it was pointless to dream, but dream I did. Daily I dreamed of freedom. Now I taste the clean air and feel the sun kiss my skin. The wind caresses my body and plays with my hair. I breathe in the scent of flowers and grass. I pity you now, in your dark cell. Now that I am free, freedom has become your dream. loneliness is your nightmare. The heavens no longer kiss you, the wind no longer loves you. You will never hear the trees whisper your name in adoration and flowers do not wear perfume for you. I am no longer the dog at your feet, but the woman who stands proud. Never again will I cow down beneath your filthy boot. You watch me walk in the sunshine now and remember me as you crouch in your shadowed pit.

Dark Haiku


 The mist curls softly,
caresses me lovingly,
a cool kiss of death.

I seek the embrace
of skeletal Thanatos
with his grinning skull

and eyeless sockets.
He carefully gathers me
doll-like in his arms,

singing lullabies
to the dying child within.
I cry in the end,

With horror – with pain.
One tear for my funeral.
One tear for my death.

Damaged Goods


 

You know, I never would have thought of myself as bad, damaged, or to blame if it had not been implied by my father.   After my family found out about that I was molseted by my uncle they treated me like a freak, like a stranger.  I don’t think they knew what to say to me or how to act around me.  It’s like we were all lost.  I will never forget what my father said, though… He had 3 things to say.

1.  Are you sure you’re not making this up.  Did you just want to fit in with the other girls, is that why you said this?

2. Why didn’t you tell us?  Did you like it so much you just didn’t want it to stop, is that why you never said anything?

3.  You are no better than a child molester your-self.  If you would have said something when it happened you could have saved your cousins.

I will carry these scars the rest of my life.  Before this conversation it never crossed my mind that I was to blame for any of this.  Before this conversation being molested was just a bad thing that happened to me.  Before this I had the illusion that my family would be there for me and support me if the worst happened.  This conversation changed my entire life.