A bit of my sister's survivor to thrivor journey, the role of church:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2019/07/28/question-of-church/
I never would have thought of trying to rescue a butterfly, but Gayle, over at The Fuzzy Fanatic, does:
https://fuzzyfanaticblog.wordpress.com/2019/07/27/i-rescued-butterfly/
God bless.
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Saturday, September 28, 2019
Thursday, July 20, 2017
7 of 25 Things
As I started my journey working through these, it was to clarify to
myself what I went through. However, as I've worked, I've discovered a
deeper reason for exploring each "Thing." Each of the 25 Things applied
to me. I also realize that I've worked through some. They are no longer a
problem. I've made progress on all of them. This is an opportunity to
look back and see how far I've come. It's important to do that, once in a
while.
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
7. "I have problems trusting people. I keep people at [an] arm's length. I never really let them into my life. I don't allow them to know of my health problems and my mental illnesses. If I do let them in, it is rare and they [will] have known me for years. It takes a long time [for me] to build trust."
My sister's response combines 6 and 7:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/29/hermits-and-trust/
My response:
Trust has been a huge issue. I didn't trust anyone, not others, not myself, and not God. It's difficult to build trust when the people who you are supposed to be able to trust the most prove themselves untrustworthy. To complicate matters, people keep telling you that you should trust these untrustworthy people because those who aren't in the abuse often don't see the abuse.
Abusers have absolutely no trouble taking advantage of those who trust. In fact, trust is a necessary factor. Abusers will lie without thought in order to gain their own ends, and if it breaks trust, so be it, as long as they attain what they want. Trust is a toy to be played on and manipulated. Is it any wonder that a victim struggles with something that's been so severely twisted?
I refused to stay a victim.
One of my church leaders told me that all I needed to heal was Jesus. I replied, "If I don't trust anyone, including Jesus, how is it possible for Him to heal me?" My counselors taught me about healthy trust. I tentatively trusted them because it was trust them or give up. I didn't hand over my trust. They were required to earn it. I started with doing the assignments they gave me. As I saw progress, I trusted them a little more. With the first two, we quickly reached the point where we could progress no further. My last counselor picked up where they left off and helped me apply what I'd been learning.
I realized that my lack of faith in God and lack of faith in anything, for that matter, was really about a lack of faith in myself. I didn't trust myself to make good decisions. I didn't trust myself to take care of myself. I didn't trust myself to protect myself from harm. It surprises me now to realize that it was this very lack of trust that helped me trust God. I knew He was the same yesterday, today, and forever. I knew He was honest, all-knowing, trustworthy. This knowledge allowed me to step back and self-examine where I was lacking. If it wasn't Him, then it was me.
Comment 7 above doesn't realize that their attitude is healthy in an unhealthy situation. If you are in an abusive situation, you shouldn't allow the abuser within arm's length. You shouldn't let them into your life. You definitely shouldn't let them know about your weaknesses. It's a great starting place for building healthy boundaries. It isn't a bad thing to take time to build trust. As healthy boundaries are built, trust grows. Trust grows with healthy boundaries.
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
7. "I have problems trusting people. I keep people at [an] arm's length. I never really let them into my life. I don't allow them to know of my health problems and my mental illnesses. If I do let them in, it is rare and they [will] have known me for years. It takes a long time [for me] to build trust."
My sister's response combines 6 and 7:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/29/hermits-and-trust/
My response:
Trust has been a huge issue. I didn't trust anyone, not others, not myself, and not God. It's difficult to build trust when the people who you are supposed to be able to trust the most prove themselves untrustworthy. To complicate matters, people keep telling you that you should trust these untrustworthy people because those who aren't in the abuse often don't see the abuse.
Abusers have absolutely no trouble taking advantage of those who trust. In fact, trust is a necessary factor. Abusers will lie without thought in order to gain their own ends, and if it breaks trust, so be it, as long as they attain what they want. Trust is a toy to be played on and manipulated. Is it any wonder that a victim struggles with something that's been so severely twisted?
I refused to stay a victim.
One of my church leaders told me that all I needed to heal was Jesus. I replied, "If I don't trust anyone, including Jesus, how is it possible for Him to heal me?" My counselors taught me about healthy trust. I tentatively trusted them because it was trust them or give up. I didn't hand over my trust. They were required to earn it. I started with doing the assignments they gave me. As I saw progress, I trusted them a little more. With the first two, we quickly reached the point where we could progress no further. My last counselor picked up where they left off and helped me apply what I'd been learning.
I realized that my lack of faith in God and lack of faith in anything, for that matter, was really about a lack of faith in myself. I didn't trust myself to make good decisions. I didn't trust myself to take care of myself. I didn't trust myself to protect myself from harm. It surprises me now to realize that it was this very lack of trust that helped me trust God. I knew He was the same yesterday, today, and forever. I knew He was honest, all-knowing, trustworthy. This knowledge allowed me to step back and self-examine where I was lacking. If it wasn't Him, then it was me.
Comment 7 above doesn't realize that their attitude is healthy in an unhealthy situation. If you are in an abusive situation, you shouldn't allow the abuser within arm's length. You shouldn't let them into your life. You definitely shouldn't let them know about your weaknesses. It's a great starting place for building healthy boundaries. It isn't a bad thing to take time to build trust. As healthy boundaries are built, trust grows. Trust grows with healthy boundaries.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
6 of 25 Things
As I started my journey working through these, it was to clarify to
myself what I went through. However, as I've worked, I've discovered a
deeper reason for exploring each "Thing." Each of the 25 Things applied
to me. I also realize that I've worked through some. They are no longer a
problem. I've made progress on all of them. This is an opportunity to
look back and see how far I've come. It's important to do that, once in a
while.
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
6. "I'm basically a hermit. My home is my fortress. I have BPD, PTSD and anxiety. It's so hard to work or apply myself to school or just life when every time I want to apply myself, I can't help but run to the nearest exit to catch my breath. I constantly fear everyone around me."
My sister's response combines 6 and 7:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/29/hermits-and-trust/
My response:
I don't have BPD (Bi-Polar Disorder) , but I do live with C-PTSD and anxiety. I'm working hard to learn how to manage both. I'm improving.
My parents nicknamed me "Hermit." My room was the only safe place. A reasonable assumption would be that I spent my time reading. Instead, I made puzzles on my floor while I listened to the radio, hours upon hours, day after day. I told myself stories, in my head. Now I write the stories in my head.
In my case, home wasn't a fortress. It wasn't any safer than "out there." Fearing those around me was actually healthy. The people around me weren't safe.
It helped when I came to realize that I'm an introvert with a little bit of ambivert (a mix of both introvert and extrovert). I'm definitely not an extrovert. One is not better than the other. The systems are simply different ways of perceiving the world. An extrovert draws energy from being around others. An introvert draws energy from alone time.
The struggle with doing anything outside my home is that it meant interacting with people. I've had a number of jobs where I worked with the public. I ended up working and sleeping. That's all I could do. I ended up diagnosed with chronic fatigue.
On the ambivert side, I enjoy interacting with people online. Online comes with automatic boundaries. It's actually where I started to learn to recognize boundaries and how to set them.
Do I fear everyone around me? Pretty much. Hyper-awareness is part of PTSD. Keeping track of every person and situation is wearing. This is where managing fear becomes a skill. I'm constantly assessing if those around me are a potential threat or are basically harmless.
Think it's stupid or silly? How many are now aware of how close someone comes with the potential of stealing information off credit cards and driver's license with a little scanner? I like to think of it as having been in training for years.
I'm less hyper-aware than I used to be, which means I'm not as hyper-aware as some but still more hyper-aware than "normal." Hyper-aware isn't a bad thing. It's saved me on the freeway more than once, among other things. It is wearing. Life is all about learning to manage life's problems that occur because of the nature of the beast. Life is terminal; no one is getting out alive. Do I want to live in fear or do I want to live happily? Either one requires work. What kind of work do I want to do?
I've worked hard to be less of a hermit while respecting my need for alone time. I'm better than I used to be, and that's worth celebrating.
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
6. "I'm basically a hermit. My home is my fortress. I have BPD, PTSD and anxiety. It's so hard to work or apply myself to school or just life when every time I want to apply myself, I can't help but run to the nearest exit to catch my breath. I constantly fear everyone around me."
My sister's response combines 6 and 7:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/29/hermits-and-trust/
My response:
I don't have BPD (Bi-Polar Disorder) , but I do live with C-PTSD and anxiety. I'm working hard to learn how to manage both. I'm improving.
My parents nicknamed me "Hermit." My room was the only safe place. A reasonable assumption would be that I spent my time reading. Instead, I made puzzles on my floor while I listened to the radio, hours upon hours, day after day. I told myself stories, in my head. Now I write the stories in my head.
In my case, home wasn't a fortress. It wasn't any safer than "out there." Fearing those around me was actually healthy. The people around me weren't safe.
It helped when I came to realize that I'm an introvert with a little bit of ambivert (a mix of both introvert and extrovert). I'm definitely not an extrovert. One is not better than the other. The systems are simply different ways of perceiving the world. An extrovert draws energy from being around others. An introvert draws energy from alone time.
The struggle with doing anything outside my home is that it meant interacting with people. I've had a number of jobs where I worked with the public. I ended up working and sleeping. That's all I could do. I ended up diagnosed with chronic fatigue.
On the ambivert side, I enjoy interacting with people online. Online comes with automatic boundaries. It's actually where I started to learn to recognize boundaries and how to set them.
Do I fear everyone around me? Pretty much. Hyper-awareness is part of PTSD. Keeping track of every person and situation is wearing. This is where managing fear becomes a skill. I'm constantly assessing if those around me are a potential threat or are basically harmless.
Think it's stupid or silly? How many are now aware of how close someone comes with the potential of stealing information off credit cards and driver's license with a little scanner? I like to think of it as having been in training for years.
I'm less hyper-aware than I used to be, which means I'm not as hyper-aware as some but still more hyper-aware than "normal." Hyper-aware isn't a bad thing. It's saved me on the freeway more than once, among other things. It is wearing. Life is all about learning to manage life's problems that occur because of the nature of the beast. Life is terminal; no one is getting out alive. Do I want to live in fear or do I want to live happily? Either one requires work. What kind of work do I want to do?
I've worked hard to be less of a hermit while respecting my need for alone time. I'm better than I used to be, and that's worth celebrating.
Friday, June 30, 2017
3 of 25 Things
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
3. "I'm an overachiever."
My sister's post:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/25/overachieving/
Anything less than an A was shameful. Perfection was a must, unless I wanted to be punished. Funnily enough, it was a bonus when I became a medical transcriptionist. My work needed to be perfect because patients' lives depended on it. It was the only thing in which perfectionism was a pro instead of a con.
The weird part was that my perfectionism spurred arrogance even as I felt worthless. All the contradictions was wearing for one simple reason: My perspective was built on lies.
I remember my counselor asking me about how I perceived myself. He'd run me through a series of activities in an effort to teach me I was a good person and that I was a capable person. I vividly remember visualizing myself, as I thought I should be, and realizing I didn't like her. She was successful, beautiful, self-assured; she was also self-righteous, arrogant, pious, and a miserable person to be around. She was the perfect person I had been expected to be in order to please those who would make my life miserable if I didn't measure up.
Overachieving wasn't about being successful. It was about pleasing to the point of deflecting attention from myself and shining the light on the things I'd done. If I did enough right, then it would tip the balance in my favor from all the bad things I'd done.
It all changed when I finally believed that God loved me no matter what. I wanted to be good not to avoid punishment from being bad but because I wanted to make God smile because I chose rightly, because I chose His way. Yes, I spent a lot of years, most of life, working to avoid punishment. What a joy to discover the peace and wonder of choosing right for right's sake. Bad things still happen, but I know it isn't punishment. Life happens. Evil exists. Jesus overcame the world, so I need not fear.
I don't want to give a false sense of everything's wonderful. I still struggle. I still make mistakes. However, my focus has changed. Instead of avoiding/pleasing/fawning my abuser, making them the center of my world, God is now the center. Oddly enough, He's easier to please. He doesn't change the rules in the middle. He doesn't change His expectations. He doesn't lie.
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
3. "I'm an overachiever."
My sister's post:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/25/overachieving/
Anything less than an A was shameful. Perfection was a must, unless I wanted to be punished. Funnily enough, it was a bonus when I became a medical transcriptionist. My work needed to be perfect because patients' lives depended on it. It was the only thing in which perfectionism was a pro instead of a con.
The weird part was that my perfectionism spurred arrogance even as I felt worthless. All the contradictions was wearing for one simple reason: My perspective was built on lies.
I remember my counselor asking me about how I perceived myself. He'd run me through a series of activities in an effort to teach me I was a good person and that I was a capable person. I vividly remember visualizing myself, as I thought I should be, and realizing I didn't like her. She was successful, beautiful, self-assured; she was also self-righteous, arrogant, pious, and a miserable person to be around. She was the perfect person I had been expected to be in order to please those who would make my life miserable if I didn't measure up.
Overachieving wasn't about being successful. It was about pleasing to the point of deflecting attention from myself and shining the light on the things I'd done. If I did enough right, then it would tip the balance in my favor from all the bad things I'd done.
It all changed when I finally believed that God loved me no matter what. I wanted to be good not to avoid punishment from being bad but because I wanted to make God smile because I chose rightly, because I chose His way. Yes, I spent a lot of years, most of life, working to avoid punishment. What a joy to discover the peace and wonder of choosing right for right's sake. Bad things still happen, but I know it isn't punishment. Life happens. Evil exists. Jesus overcame the world, so I need not fear.
I don't want to give a false sense of everything's wonderful. I still struggle. I still make mistakes. However, my focus has changed. Instead of avoiding/pleasing/fawning my abuser, making them the center of my world, God is now the center. Oddly enough, He's easier to please. He doesn't change the rules in the middle. He doesn't change His expectations. He doesn't lie.
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
2 of 25 Things
Original Link to The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
2. I can't accept compliments.
My sister's response to the second:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/21/compliments/
There were two reasons for a compliment: Either it was to butter me up because "they" wanted something, or it was a setup to put me in my place with a follow up criticism. Sometimes I was slammed with both. A compliment was never innocent and always came with a catch, a price to pay. It was a battle to want to accept the compliment and wondering whether a figurative backhand would be included or a request. One was painful, the other was manipulative. I wasn't fooled by the pretty words. Either way, I always felt like I came away from the encounter a bit bruised and muddied. Compliments were always a trap.
I don't remember when, but I remember a lesson somewhere about the importance of accepting compliments. The teacher explained that blowing off a compliment or deflecting it diminished the gift being given. What I remember best was the teacher's directive, "Say 'thank you' and shut up."
I'm much better than I used to be. I've practiced and practiced accepting compliments with grace. I endeavor to give sincere compliments. I know the value of the gift of giving and receiving.
Sometimes, I still have to remind myself, "Say 'thank you' and shut up."
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
2. I can't accept compliments.
My sister's response to the second:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/21/compliments/
There were two reasons for a compliment: Either it was to butter me up because "they" wanted something, or it was a setup to put me in my place with a follow up criticism. Sometimes I was slammed with both. A compliment was never innocent and always came with a catch, a price to pay. It was a battle to want to accept the compliment and wondering whether a figurative backhand would be included or a request. One was painful, the other was manipulative. I wasn't fooled by the pretty words. Either way, I always felt like I came away from the encounter a bit bruised and muddied. Compliments were always a trap.
I don't remember when, but I remember a lesson somewhere about the importance of accepting compliments. The teacher explained that blowing off a compliment or deflecting it diminished the gift being given. What I remember best was the teacher's directive, "Say 'thank you' and shut up."
I'm much better than I used to be. I've practiced and practiced accepting compliments with grace. I endeavor to give sincere compliments. I know the value of the gift of giving and receiving.
Sometimes, I still have to remind myself, "Say 'thank you' and shut up."
Friday, June 23, 2017
1 of 25 Things
On Monday, I shared a link to my sister's post and one to an article about 25 Things You Do as an Adult When You've Experienced Childhood Emotional Abuse:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
1. “[I] can’t stand conflict, loud sudden noises, shouting and screaming or aggression in any form. [It] triggers my fight or flight, instantly.”
This is my sister's response to the first one:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/20/tolerating-noise-and-crowds/
This is mine, and as much as we have in common, we also have significant differences (a good thing):
Yes, I remember feeling the same way. The question to address is: Is this still true?
I spent much of my life believing it was my job to smooth things over, make everything all right, even if it meant crushing my own thoughts and feelings. "Peace at all cost."
Funnily enough, my younger brother and I fought constantly. And yet, I would swear I hated conflict. The hypocrisy is not lost on me. Now that I think about it, he was the only one I argued with, pretty much ever.
I also excelled at disappearing inside myself. I would hide in my room with my radio playing. If I couldn't escape, I turned my thoughts inward, mentally shutting out what was happening.
Arguing back only landed me in more trouble. The few times I attempted to stand up for myself, it was frightening how fast my sense of rightness would be twisted until I was in the wrong and needed to apologize for having done something wrong, even though I hadn't. Fighting wasn't worth it. Whether I was right or wrong didn't matter. No matter what, I would be found guilty of wrongdoing.
Watching conflict on television or movies can be entertaining. A good story has conflict. However, it can also be annoying. It depends on the type. I love action movies but hate bickering. A well choreographed fight scene is great, but it's difficult to craft an argument worth listening to for long.
Do I think the battle is worth fighting? If I don't, then I don't want to hear it or be a part of it. If I do, then I endeavor to keep a level speaking tone, though I do become quite intense. I don't resort to name calling unless I'm grumbling about someone not present.
I don't like fireworks in real life, but that's because it's painful. I enjoy going shooting because I like to use earplugs and earmuffs. I could use the same protection at fireworks, but I still prefer to watch them on television where I can turn down the sound. I startle, but I also think it's normal.
Crowds, like at a concert or stadium, generate enough noise that feedback occurs, a buzzing noise in my ears that makes it impossible for me to hear much of anything. It's annoying.
When someone behaves aggressively toward me, I will first retreat, determining what kind of threat I'm facing. If I determine I'm not in harms way, I will stand my ground.
How did I change my behaviors?
Owning a dog, I was pack leader and retreating wasn't an option. She was my early-warning system, and I was her protector. She depended on me to take care of her. Owning a horse, he was 1,000 pounds and could do serious damage if I didn't hold my ground. Those were starting points. I watched others and learned by practicing. Most of my time with my last counselor was spent with me telling him about situations and how I handled them and asking him if I handled it correctly and what were other ways I could have done it.
Which brings us to now, if I'm familiar with a topic, I can hold my own in an argument. If I'm not, I'll let it slide. Not a fan of some noises. No problem with others. Shouting and screaming tend to bring out Miss Super Calm. Most screamers have a hard time with someone who refuses to scream back and also doesn't cower or back away. Aggressiveness doesn't scare me so much as annoys me. Unless I have a sense of danger from the other person. I've still a lot to learn, but I'm a whole lot better than I used to be. I'm willing take it for a win.
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
1. “[I] can’t stand conflict, loud sudden noises, shouting and screaming or aggression in any form. [It] triggers my fight or flight, instantly.”
This is my sister's response to the first one:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/20/tolerating-noise-and-crowds/
This is mine, and as much as we have in common, we also have significant differences (a good thing):
Yes, I remember feeling the same way. The question to address is: Is this still true?
I spent much of my life believing it was my job to smooth things over, make everything all right, even if it meant crushing my own thoughts and feelings. "Peace at all cost."
Funnily enough, my younger brother and I fought constantly. And yet, I would swear I hated conflict. The hypocrisy is not lost on me. Now that I think about it, he was the only one I argued with, pretty much ever.
I also excelled at disappearing inside myself. I would hide in my room with my radio playing. If I couldn't escape, I turned my thoughts inward, mentally shutting out what was happening.
Arguing back only landed me in more trouble. The few times I attempted to stand up for myself, it was frightening how fast my sense of rightness would be twisted until I was in the wrong and needed to apologize for having done something wrong, even though I hadn't. Fighting wasn't worth it. Whether I was right or wrong didn't matter. No matter what, I would be found guilty of wrongdoing.
Watching conflict on television or movies can be entertaining. A good story has conflict. However, it can also be annoying. It depends on the type. I love action movies but hate bickering. A well choreographed fight scene is great, but it's difficult to craft an argument worth listening to for long.
Do I think the battle is worth fighting? If I don't, then I don't want to hear it or be a part of it. If I do, then I endeavor to keep a level speaking tone, though I do become quite intense. I don't resort to name calling unless I'm grumbling about someone not present.
I don't like fireworks in real life, but that's because it's painful. I enjoy going shooting because I like to use earplugs and earmuffs. I could use the same protection at fireworks, but I still prefer to watch them on television where I can turn down the sound. I startle, but I also think it's normal.
Crowds, like at a concert or stadium, generate enough noise that feedback occurs, a buzzing noise in my ears that makes it impossible for me to hear much of anything. It's annoying.
When someone behaves aggressively toward me, I will first retreat, determining what kind of threat I'm facing. If I determine I'm not in harms way, I will stand my ground.
How did I change my behaviors?
Owning a dog, I was pack leader and retreating wasn't an option. She was my early-warning system, and I was her protector. She depended on me to take care of her. Owning a horse, he was 1,000 pounds and could do serious damage if I didn't hold my ground. Those were starting points. I watched others and learned by practicing. Most of my time with my last counselor was spent with me telling him about situations and how I handled them and asking him if I handled it correctly and what were other ways I could have done it.
Which brings us to now, if I'm familiar with a topic, I can hold my own in an argument. If I'm not, I'll let it slide. Not a fan of some noises. No problem with others. Shouting and screaming tend to bring out Miss Super Calm. Most screamers have a hard time with someone who refuses to scream back and also doesn't cower or back away. Aggressiveness doesn't scare me so much as annoys me. Unless I have a sense of danger from the other person. I've still a lot to learn, but I'm a whole lot better than I used to be. I'm willing take it for a win.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Fallout of Abuse
On random days, I'm going to share information I hope helps other dealing with various types of abuse, physical, emotional, mental, sexual, spiritual. At least two or three overlap. I've lived with all five. It is survivable. I'm struggling to learn to not simply exist but to thrive.
My sister, also a survivor, has her own page, and I'm sharing her most recent post, the one that triggered my decision:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/18/making-changes/
She shared a link to The Mighty that opened the door for me to do some introspection:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
As I read through, I realized all 25 statements could have been said by me, in one form or another at one time or another. I've managed to improve on all of them. Whenever I think maybe I'm "normal" something comes along and reminds me I've a long way to go. However, I'm learning to not beat myself up because I've come a really long way already.
Over the next however long it takes, I want to address each of the 25 statements, looking at where I've been, where I am, and where I'm going. If you're on the same journey, I hope you find something helpful. If nothing else, know that you are not alone.
My sister, also a survivor, has her own page, and I'm sharing her most recent post, the one that triggered my decision:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/06/18/making-changes/
She shared a link to The Mighty that opened the door for me to do some introspection:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
As I read through, I realized all 25 statements could have been said by me, in one form or another at one time or another. I've managed to improve on all of them. Whenever I think maybe I'm "normal" something comes along and reminds me I've a long way to go. However, I'm learning to not beat myself up because I've come a really long way already.
Over the next however long it takes, I want to address each of the 25 statements, looking at where I've been, where I am, and where I'm going. If you're on the same journey, I hope you find something helpful. If nothing else, know that you are not alone.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Saturday Links
Keep Living Forward is a new blog I'm following. I loved her perspective on "The Anchor":
https://keeplivingforward.wordpress.com/2017/01/14/anchor/
A bit about pansies from Beth Trissel:
https://bethtrissel.wordpress.com/2017/01/10/for-the-love-of-pansies-violas-and-violets/
As an abuse survivor, every once in a while, it's good to be reminded:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/01/16/raising-awareness/
For the love of gardening from seeds, thank you Bernard McMahon, and thank you Becky Lower, over at History Imagined, for bring him to my attention:
https://historyimagined.wordpress.com/2017/01/20/seeds-of-survival-bernard-mcmahons-contribution-to-america/
God bless.
https://keeplivingforward.wordpress.com/2017/01/14/anchor/
A bit about pansies from Beth Trissel:
https://bethtrissel.wordpress.com/2017/01/10/for-the-love-of-pansies-violas-and-violets/
As an abuse survivor, every once in a while, it's good to be reminded:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/01/16/raising-awareness/
For the love of gardening from seeds, thank you Bernard McMahon, and thank you Becky Lower, over at History Imagined, for bring him to my attention:
https://historyimagined.wordpress.com/2017/01/20/seeds-of-survival-bernard-mcmahons-contribution-to-america/
God bless.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Links to share...
Writers In The Storm shared an excellent post on choosing the right story to write:
http://writersinthestormblog.com/2015/05/choosing-the-right-story-to-write/
Diane Gaston gave a short (Regency era) French history lesson over at Risky Regencies:
http://www.riskyregencies.com/2015/05/04/the-kings-return/
Holley Gerth shares an excellent reminder of God's power to use our mistakes for good:
http://holleygerth.com/your-mistakes-can-be-used/
My Journey of Healing from Psychological Abuse shared a hopeful message of restoration:
https://lifebegins45.wordpress.com/2015/05/05/this-old-house/
PTSD - Accepting, Coping, Thriving shared questions to consider for survivors:
http://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2015/05/06/783/
God bless.
http://writersinthestormblog.com/2015/05/choosing-the-right-story-to-write/
Diane Gaston gave a short (Regency era) French history lesson over at Risky Regencies:
http://www.riskyregencies.com/2015/05/04/the-kings-return/
Holley Gerth shares an excellent reminder of God's power to use our mistakes for good:
http://holleygerth.com/your-mistakes-can-be-used/
My Journey of Healing from Psychological Abuse shared a hopeful message of restoration:
https://lifebegins45.wordpress.com/2015/05/05/this-old-house/
PTSD - Accepting, Coping, Thriving shared questions to consider for survivors:
http://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2015/05/06/783/
God bless.
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