Healing Deeper

There are undoubtedly many stages and layers of healing but I find most interesting about these six stages is the last one, Maintenance.  It involves returning to the earlier stages to continue healings.  As I look at these six stages, I see myself in each one, and part of me wonders why I’m not entirely healed.  I realize now that I’ve returned to the earlier stages, several times, and my healing is ongoing.  It is deeper now than ever before.

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Just Get Over It!

I know for a fact that if I had a traditional “physical disease” people in my life would be more understanding.  For some reason crippling depression, complex PTSD, and migraines that not only offer blinding pain but impaired cognitive function are “all in my head” and I should be able to “get over it.”   My family would not be embarrassed or disappointed in me because of my illnesses.  My boss and co-workers may not have accused me of “faking it to get out of work,” and maybe I’d still have my job.  But I don’t have a traditional “physical disease,” so I must work harder to heal and overcome the stigma others, with no concept of my ailments, place upon me.

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Headlights are Not My Friend

Even the tail lights are too bright during a migraine.  I try to avoid driving at night whenever possible because the headlights are painful and blinding.  I wear special glasses that reduce the glare otherwise all I see is bright light drowning out everything else.  The migraines only come a couple of days each week now, and I can manage that.  There was a time when they came virtually every day and driving felt like torture.  I’d keep a bowl or large plastic cup next to me because nausea, my migraines best friend, often resulted in vomiting – yes, while I was driving.

I only drove to take the kids to and from school and to see the doctor.  I couldn’t drive alone at night because I had to close my eyes at stoplights and needed one of my kids to tell me when the light turned green. The tail lights from cars in front of me were too bright, and the headlights from cars on the other side of the intersection flashed in the dark when traffic moved by which exacerbated my feeling of nausea.   It probably wasn’t safe for me to be driving, but there was no other option.  Headlights hurt when shining in my eyes and they will never be my friend.

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What do you do for fun?

I remember struggling to think of something I enjoyed doing or even something I’d like to do.  I didn’t do anything for fun, and I felt embarrassed.  So much of my life was filled with the task of making others happy that I lost myself.   Fun is still something a bit foreign to me, but I’m learning to enjoy parts of my life again.  I’ll get back there, in time…

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Learning Spoon Theory

Learning about Spoon Theory changed my life and made it livable.  I’ve always been the kind of person who pushed through any illness or pain to get the job done.  When I became chronically ill, this attitude only exacerbated my illness.  I’ve had to change my outlook on life, learn to say “No,” and maintain a schedule to accomplish what is most important.  No matter how much I want to, there are things I will not do because the consequences outweigh the benefit.

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Abundant Beauty

This is an incredible quote by Anne Frank.  Despite all the misery, hate and sorrow in the word there is still abundant beauty.  I can see it in the smiling faces of my children, and in the warm greeting, I get from the dog every, single time I come home.  The trees still leaf out every spring, the grass greens up, and the flowers bloom.  The wind blows and clears the air, and the snow covers everything in clean white crystals.  The beauty is everywhere if we can lift the veil of misery to see it.  It is a struggle, and the battle wages every day but the fight is worth it to see the beauty.

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To Answer Your Questions…

After finally mustering up the courage to escape an abusive marriage I sought refuge from my family who was all but erased from my life by the narcissist. The first thing I did was call my mom and let her speak to the grandchildren she hardly knew. When the initial shock and relief wore off the blaming started, “You should have never married him,” they said. “Why did you let things go on for so long?” and “How could you treat your sister so badly?” were just some of the pointed questions thrown at me. I felt so guilty for what happened already, and I was conditioned over the years to accept any and all negative criticism as the truth. Let me start by saying my mom and dad have helped me through this life and I can never repay them for all they’ve given me. At the time these questions were posed to me, I was numb and unable to answer. Now I can address them. You’re right. I should have never married him, but he was a skilled actor, liar and con artist with a mask that fit seamlessly until it was far too late for me to escape without severe damage. I didn’t let things go on. These things were inflicted upon the children and me without any approval, and at least I found a way, on my own, to escape. Thank you very much. My sister refuses to speak to me because I did some unknown thing to hurt her. I’m sorry that while the kids and I were being abused and traumatized by the Raging Giant, I didn’t think about your feelings more. How insensitive of me not to make you a priority during this time. To my mom, dad, brother, and my children who still stand by me thank you for loving and accepting me, flaws, scars and all.

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