The Writer's Refuge only posts occasionally. Every single one is worth reading:
https://thewritersrefuge.wordpress.com/2017/08/30/feeling-the-words-you-write/
Donna Hatch shares her visit to the Lake District. I spent a weekend there, the summer I lived in England, and watched a dog herd sheep through a gate on one of my walks. I'd like to visit again.
http://donnahatch.blogspot.com/2017/09/the-lakes-district-and-slate-rock.html
God bless.
Christian stories of broken souls finding God and romance Jesus never promised a life of sweetness and nice; He promises hope. The weakest flame is stronger than the dark.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
Monday Quote
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Sunday Scripture
Proverbs 19:6
Many will intreat the favour of the prince: and every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts.
Many will intreat the favour of the prince: and every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Saturday Links
Like the God and the Garden blogger, my perspective on spiders was influenced by "Charlotte's Web." I loved this perspective in "Lessons From a Spider."
https://godandthegarden.com/2017/08/23/lessons-from-a-spider/
Another inspiring Mustard Seed Blogs post:
https://mustardseedblogs.wordpress.com/2017/08/26/the-blessing-of-rain-the-rain-of-blessing/
God bless.
https://godandthegarden.com/2017/08/23/lessons-from-a-spider/
Another inspiring Mustard Seed Blogs post:
https://mustardseedblogs.wordpress.com/2017/08/26/the-blessing-of-rain-the-rain-of-blessing/
God bless.
Friday, September 22, 2017
Self Care 3 of 25
I want to take the same care going through these as the last group of
statements, focusing on solutions. I'm not good at self care, but I am
learning.
Original link:
https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/25-obvious-non-obvious-self-care-issues-complex-trauma-survivors-struggle-with-lilly-hope-lucario/
If only I were smarter. If only I'd were prettier. If I weren't so stupid, I would have figured out how to escape the mess I created. I'm not blaming others because there's no one to blame but me. My lousy choices. My stupid decisions. It's my fault.
How do you forgive yourself with that kind of drivel running through your brain?
I was shocked when it dawned on me that my poor eating habits are my first method of choice for abusing myself. I didn't deserve to be treated with kindness. The insane part was that I both punished and rewarded myself with food. Messed up. I wore clothes that were years old, with holes; I hadn't purchased anything new in several years. I wasn't pretty enough. When I lost the excess weight I'd buy clothes. I hated this about myself, once I recognized what I was doing. I honestly didn't recognize what I was doing to myself, for decade.
It is never too late to change. If you're still here; it isn't over.
How did I learn to forgive myself?
First I had to learn what forgiveness really was. I'd always thought of it as forgetting and going on like nothing happened. Yes, I set myself up to fail. The abusers taught me how to do that. I excelled.
Forgiveness is giving over the bitterness and the need for revenge to Jesus. He suffered and died for it already, anyway. Me hanging onto it is like wrapping my fingers around barbed wire and refusing to let go. THAT is stupid. Giving it all to Him freed me, releasing me from the chains that held me.
It was also important for me to learn that abusers don't really want forgiveness, which requires change on their part. What they want is absolution, for me to pretend like nothing happened so they can continue on as they always have. It's still difficult for me to wrap my mind around the fact that allowing them to continue to sin is not kind. I was frequently told that I needed to forgive and forget. I was finally able to reply, "I have forgiven. They want absolution. I don't have that kind of power."
Healing is always a multifaceted endeavor.
I tried focusing on one area. Other areas would crowd in. I'm learning to work a little on a lot of different things. Examples: Going to bed a few minutes earlier. Eating one less piece of chocolate. Walking a few more steps. On the days I don't do well, I remind myself I'm given a new day every 24 hours to try again. I'm learning to celebrate the little success and forgive myself for the little failures. The little things bleed into the big things.
In the last few months, I'm eating better, sleeping better, working out six days a week. I've purchased some pretty new clothes, many of them simply new to me. Thrift stores are great!
Here's the important lesson: As long as I refuse to forgive myself, it is difficult for me to be generous with others. It isn't that I'm stingy. When you refuse to forgive yourself, you fail to see how much to have to offer. It's difficult to give when you believe you're worthless.
How did I fail to see that Jesus loved me so much and considered my worth so high He willingly died for me? I'm not allowed to discount what He did. I don't have that kind of power.
If I am precious enough for the Savior of the world to give His life as a ransom for mine, then I need to be brave enough to give all the unforgiveness to Him. He knows what to do with it. He's already done it.
Original link:
https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/25-obvious-non-obvious-self-care-issues-complex-trauma-survivors-struggle-with-lilly-hope-lucario/
If only I were smarter. If only I'd were prettier. If I weren't so stupid, I would have figured out how to escape the mess I created. I'm not blaming others because there's no one to blame but me. My lousy choices. My stupid decisions. It's my fault.
How do you forgive yourself with that kind of drivel running through your brain?
I was shocked when it dawned on me that my poor eating habits are my first method of choice for abusing myself. I didn't deserve to be treated with kindness. The insane part was that I both punished and rewarded myself with food. Messed up. I wore clothes that were years old, with holes; I hadn't purchased anything new in several years. I wasn't pretty enough. When I lost the excess weight I'd buy clothes. I hated this about myself, once I recognized what I was doing. I honestly didn't recognize what I was doing to myself, for decade.
It is never too late to change. If you're still here; it isn't over.
How did I learn to forgive myself?
First I had to learn what forgiveness really was. I'd always thought of it as forgetting and going on like nothing happened. Yes, I set myself up to fail. The abusers taught me how to do that. I excelled.
Forgiveness is giving over the bitterness and the need for revenge to Jesus. He suffered and died for it already, anyway. Me hanging onto it is like wrapping my fingers around barbed wire and refusing to let go. THAT is stupid. Giving it all to Him freed me, releasing me from the chains that held me.
It was also important for me to learn that abusers don't really want forgiveness, which requires change on their part. What they want is absolution, for me to pretend like nothing happened so they can continue on as they always have. It's still difficult for me to wrap my mind around the fact that allowing them to continue to sin is not kind. I was frequently told that I needed to forgive and forget. I was finally able to reply, "I have forgiven. They want absolution. I don't have that kind of power."
Healing is always a multifaceted endeavor.
I tried focusing on one area. Other areas would crowd in. I'm learning to work a little on a lot of different things. Examples: Going to bed a few minutes earlier. Eating one less piece of chocolate. Walking a few more steps. On the days I don't do well, I remind myself I'm given a new day every 24 hours to try again. I'm learning to celebrate the little success and forgive myself for the little failures. The little things bleed into the big things.
In the last few months, I'm eating better, sleeping better, working out six days a week. I've purchased some pretty new clothes, many of them simply new to me. Thrift stores are great!
Here's the important lesson: As long as I refuse to forgive myself, it is difficult for me to be generous with others. It isn't that I'm stingy. When you refuse to forgive yourself, you fail to see how much to have to offer. It's difficult to give when you believe you're worthless.
How did I fail to see that Jesus loved me so much and considered my worth so high He willingly died for me? I'm not allowed to discount what He did. I don't have that kind of power.
If I am precious enough for the Savior of the world to give His life as a ransom for mine, then I need to be brave enough to give all the unforgiveness to Him. He knows what to do with it. He's already done it.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Self Care 2 of 25
I want to take the same care going through these as the last group of
statements, focusing on solutions. I'm not good at self care, but I am
learning.
Original link:
https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/25-obvious-non-obvious-self-care-issues-complex-trauma-survivors-struggle-with-lilly-hope-lucario/
My response:
I'm doing better, but I still struggle with this. It doesn't help that I kept repeating unhealthy relationship patterns. Some of them couldn't be trusted.
As I become healthier, my relationships improve.
This problem isn't about the relationships. It's a mind game. Abusers played them all the time. The challenge is to stop playing them. Practice is the only thing I can recommend.
It's also important to realize that there will never be "perfect." People aren't perfect. People make mistakes.
Abuse survivors were taught to trust no one. They learned the hard way that too many people are untrustworthy. Finding the trustworthy ones is a gift.
Another difficult aspect is that abuse survivors not only struggle with trusting others, they have even more trouble with trusting themselves. Like loving others as yourself, you can't really trust others until you trust yourself.
So, how do you build trust in yourself?
One step at a time. Start by taking little risks. Try a different food. Really. As you gain confidence in the little things, bigger opportunities will open. It's also okay to make mistakes. It may hurt, but hurt is a part of life. Working to avoid it at all costs will cost everything.
A huge opportunity opened for me to exercise trust like I haven't in a long time. I'm going on an adventure with friends I made online and have met at events two and three times. I'm trusting their expertise and what I've learned about them over the years. It's my first event since I've made major life changes, like incorporating Rule #1: Stop lying, especially to yourself. It's also my first event that isn't romance writing related since I've been published.
What are my fears? I'll slip into old, unhealthy habits of coping. My back pain will act up; it's been a long time, but you never know.
What have I done to ease those fears as far as it's within my power? I've been practicing my new habits to where they're almost second nature. The old habits have time on their side; I practiced them a lot longer. My back hasn't given me trouble in a long time. I do my physical therapy, six days a week, and one of my traveling buddies picked up weights for me to use to keep up my PT. My roommates will take care of the house, blessedly. Internet will be inconsistent.
I'm nervous about going through airport security. The last time I took a flight, I only had to worry about the metal detector. Yes, it's been a while. In any normal situation, pat downs and x-rays violates healthy boundaries. Being treated like a criminal when I've done nothing wrong is too much like dealing with abusers. So, what's my plan? Give the battle to God and praise Him in the storm. I've tested it in other situations, and God has seen me through. Not always pretty, but I made it.
My trust in myself isn't perfect. A good thing. I'm fallible. My trust in God to see me through anything is strengthening. I'm looking forward to the next challenge.
Original link:
https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/25-obvious-non-obvious-self-care-issues-complex-trauma-survivors-struggle-with-lilly-hope-lucario/
My response:
I'm doing better, but I still struggle with this. It doesn't help that I kept repeating unhealthy relationship patterns. Some of them couldn't be trusted.
As I become healthier, my relationships improve.
This problem isn't about the relationships. It's a mind game. Abusers played them all the time. The challenge is to stop playing them. Practice is the only thing I can recommend.
It's also important to realize that there will never be "perfect." People aren't perfect. People make mistakes.
Abuse survivors were taught to trust no one. They learned the hard way that too many people are untrustworthy. Finding the trustworthy ones is a gift.
Another difficult aspect is that abuse survivors not only struggle with trusting others, they have even more trouble with trusting themselves. Like loving others as yourself, you can't really trust others until you trust yourself.
So, how do you build trust in yourself?
One step at a time. Start by taking little risks. Try a different food. Really. As you gain confidence in the little things, bigger opportunities will open. It's also okay to make mistakes. It may hurt, but hurt is a part of life. Working to avoid it at all costs will cost everything.
A huge opportunity opened for me to exercise trust like I haven't in a long time. I'm going on an adventure with friends I made online and have met at events two and three times. I'm trusting their expertise and what I've learned about them over the years. It's my first event since I've made major life changes, like incorporating Rule #1: Stop lying, especially to yourself. It's also my first event that isn't romance writing related since I've been published.
What are my fears? I'll slip into old, unhealthy habits of coping. My back pain will act up; it's been a long time, but you never know.
What have I done to ease those fears as far as it's within my power? I've been practicing my new habits to where they're almost second nature. The old habits have time on their side; I practiced them a lot longer. My back hasn't given me trouble in a long time. I do my physical therapy, six days a week, and one of my traveling buddies picked up weights for me to use to keep up my PT. My roommates will take care of the house, blessedly. Internet will be inconsistent.
I'm nervous about going through airport security. The last time I took a flight, I only had to worry about the metal detector. Yes, it's been a while. In any normal situation, pat downs and x-rays violates healthy boundaries. Being treated like a criminal when I've done nothing wrong is too much like dealing with abusers. So, what's my plan? Give the battle to God and praise Him in the storm. I've tested it in other situations, and God has seen me through. Not always pretty, but I made it.
My trust in myself isn't perfect. A good thing. I'm fallible. My trust in God to see me through anything is strengthening. I'm looking forward to the next challenge.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Self Care 1 of 25
I want to take the same care going through these as the last group of statements, focusing on solutions. I'm not good at self care, but I am learning.
Original link:
https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/25-obvious-non-obvious-self-care-issues-complex-trauma-survivors-struggle-with-lilly-hope-lucario/
My response:
"Don't be so selfish!" "All you think of is yourself." "Think of others first." "It is better to give than receive." Surprised you with that one, didn't I?
Abuse isn't always straightforward. Sometimes abusers twist good things to suit their own purpose.
The first great commandment is to love the Lord your God with all your heart, might, mind, and strength.
The second is like it, to love your neighbor as yourself.
Not love your neighbor better than yourself but as yourself. This kind of love cannot be selfish because the moment you turn it outward it's no long about self. Of course, there are those who will use their "love" for others to serve themselves. That is not what it says. Loving your neighbor as yourself means you're as concerned for their welfare as you are for your own.
This does not negate "no greater love has no man than this that he lay down his life for his friends." This is wanting them to live as much as you do. As I've read accounts of soldiers laying down their lives for others, from those who have survived what could have killed them, they don't go into it thinking that they're choosing to die so that their friends live. They see what needs to be done and do it without counting the cost ahead of time. They don't calculate "what's in it for me."
Learning this one later is life is tough, painful. I'm able to look back and see times when I took advantage of others, not because I wanted to "use" them but because I didn't understand how give and take works yet. I also made the mistake of trying to be generous to the point where I was leaving nothing left for me. There are plenty of people out there who are willing to take whatever is offered them whether they need it or not. I am learning that sometimes it's okay to take what isn't needed at the moment with the thought in mind that someone will come along who needs it.
I struggled with the whole concept that you couldn't love others if you didn't love yourself. The idea made me angry because it hurt my feelings. Hurt feelings are survivable. Hurt feelings don't last, unless you're into holding grudges. However, as I've learned to take better care of myself, I'm able to see my ability to help others improve. What I didn't understand is that when I was over my head in shame and self-loathing, I often didn't even see the needs of others around me. As I take care of myself, I'm able to bless others with things I'd collected that I thought I needed.
As you learn to meet your own needs, you'll recognize better when someone is trying to manipulate you for their own agenda and see better true needs of others you might not have seen through your haze of self-neglect. Take care of you. You are worth fighting for, and there are people who need what only you are able to give.
Original link:
https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/25-obvious-non-obvious-self-care-issues-complex-trauma-survivors-struggle-with-lilly-hope-lucario/
My response:
"Don't be so selfish!" "All you think of is yourself." "Think of others first." "It is better to give than receive." Surprised you with that one, didn't I?
Abuse isn't always straightforward. Sometimes abusers twist good things to suit their own purpose.
The first great commandment is to love the Lord your God with all your heart, might, mind, and strength.
The second is like it, to love your neighbor as yourself.
Not love your neighbor better than yourself but as yourself. This kind of love cannot be selfish because the moment you turn it outward it's no long about self. Of course, there are those who will use their "love" for others to serve themselves. That is not what it says. Loving your neighbor as yourself means you're as concerned for their welfare as you are for your own.
This does not negate "no greater love has no man than this that he lay down his life for his friends." This is wanting them to live as much as you do. As I've read accounts of soldiers laying down their lives for others, from those who have survived what could have killed them, they don't go into it thinking that they're choosing to die so that their friends live. They see what needs to be done and do it without counting the cost ahead of time. They don't calculate "what's in it for me."
Learning this one later is life is tough, painful. I'm able to look back and see times when I took advantage of others, not because I wanted to "use" them but because I didn't understand how give and take works yet. I also made the mistake of trying to be generous to the point where I was leaving nothing left for me. There are plenty of people out there who are willing to take whatever is offered them whether they need it or not. I am learning that sometimes it's okay to take what isn't needed at the moment with the thought in mind that someone will come along who needs it.
I struggled with the whole concept that you couldn't love others if you didn't love yourself. The idea made me angry because it hurt my feelings. Hurt feelings are survivable. Hurt feelings don't last, unless you're into holding grudges. However, as I've learned to take better care of myself, I'm able to see my ability to help others improve. What I didn't understand is that when I was over my head in shame and self-loathing, I often didn't even see the needs of others around me. As I take care of myself, I'm able to bless others with things I'd collected that I thought I needed.
As you learn to meet your own needs, you'll recognize better when someone is trying to manipulate you for their own agenda and see better true needs of others you might not have seen through your haze of self-neglect. Take care of you. You are worth fighting for, and there are people who need what only you are able to give.
Monday, September 18, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Saturday Links
Kyle Massa offered a good reminder over at Ryan Lanz's A Writer's Path blog:
https://ryanlanz.com/2017/08/18/inspiration-will-fail-you/
Vicki Hinze posted on Christians Read. It's worth a read and includes a visual:
https://christiansread.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/stepping-back-the-upside-of-an-injury/
God bless.
https://ryanlanz.com/2017/08/18/inspiration-will-fail-you/
Vicki Hinze posted on Christians Read. It's worth a read and includes a visual:
https://christiansread.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/stepping-back-the-upside-of-an-injury/
God bless.
Friday, September 15, 2017
Favorite Book Friday
A Heart Reclaimed (Peacock Hill Romance - book 2) by Elizabeth Maddrey clean contemporary Christian romance. I want to visit Peacock Hill, The Melting Pot restaurant, Charlottesville, Monticello, and the 18th Century restaurant Michie Tavern for a meal. I'll be reading more of her books.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
25 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/
25. “Several things, but the main one was lashing out on social media for years. Controversial and angry statuses, just due to the anger inside of me. I have texts I sent my friend where I described just how much I felt this unsettling anger in my chest. Emotional abuse from peers at school to family [can] really [mess] you up. I then finally found a therapist who could help me and I’ve come a long way.”
My sister's response:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/08/04/an-advantage/
My response:
My gratitude to God that I wasn't online until I'd worked through a lot already. In fact, I didn't join the online world until 2002. I stepped into the fray when I discovered that every time I called the reference desk at the library to ask about a new drug for my work, and they told me they found it on the internet. I dipped my toe into the water for work, to look up drugs on my own. Then "The Lord of the Rings" movie came out ("Fellowship of the Ring) and I discovered the wonderful world of connecting with people online who loved the movie and the books, too.
The wonder of the internet was that it provided instant boundaries. I made mistakes and still do, but nothing out of the ordinary. I learned the value of picking and choosing the time and the place to reveal information. I discovered the wonderful power of delete, both after and before publishing. Edit is also a great tool. The importance of these discoveries is that I discovered it was okay to be wrong. It wasn't life or death.
I also discovered the wonder of not knowing everything. Abusers expect their victims to know everything instantly in order to answer correctly whatever they demand and at the same time convince their victims that they're stupid. I've never figured out how they managed to do that, except that the whole relationship is based on lies anyway and this is simply one more.
I must confess that I've been accused of "going scorched earth." It's true. I excel at annihilating any argument that goes against my perspective. It was a survival tool. The only way to survive the insanity of the twisted thinking was to line up all my evidence, with footnotes and anything else necessary, to ensure I could hold my ground. Far too many times, I would complain about some injustice and within minutes would find myself blamed and apologizing for something that had been done to me.
How did I change that? I reduced my interaction with people who required me to defend myself for things that didn't need defending. I discovered people who accepted me as I am and encouraged me to be a better version of myself. I also had awesome counselors. The last one is the one who taught me about fine-tuning. I was doing okay. He helped me find alternate and better ways of coping with things that used to send me into a tailspin of self-doubt and berating myself.
As I am heard and understood and accept, the rage diminishes. I could not have made the progress I have alone. I was blessed with amazing counselors. As I grew healthier, my circle of friends changed. Through it all, God loved me. He chastised me when I needed to be corrected. He sent miracles to see me through. In my moments of despair, I knew He was there. He couldn't do the hard work for me, but He walked with me the whole way. There were times when I felt alone but knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I wasn't. I didn't understand and still don't understand many things, but I trust God who knows all and is all powerful and loves perfectly. As long as I continue to seek His face, I'll be headed in the right direction. One day at a time is all He asks of me.
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
25. “Several things, but the main one was lashing out on social media for years. Controversial and angry statuses, just due to the anger inside of me. I have texts I sent my friend where I described just how much I felt this unsettling anger in my chest. Emotional abuse from peers at school to family [can] really [mess] you up. I then finally found a therapist who could help me and I’ve come a long way.”
My sister's response:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/08/04/an-advantage/
My response:
My gratitude to God that I wasn't online until I'd worked through a lot already. In fact, I didn't join the online world until 2002. I stepped into the fray when I discovered that every time I called the reference desk at the library to ask about a new drug for my work, and they told me they found it on the internet. I dipped my toe into the water for work, to look up drugs on my own. Then "The Lord of the Rings" movie came out ("Fellowship of the Ring) and I discovered the wonderful world of connecting with people online who loved the movie and the books, too.
The wonder of the internet was that it provided instant boundaries. I made mistakes and still do, but nothing out of the ordinary. I learned the value of picking and choosing the time and the place to reveal information. I discovered the wonderful power of delete, both after and before publishing. Edit is also a great tool. The importance of these discoveries is that I discovered it was okay to be wrong. It wasn't life or death.
I also discovered the wonder of not knowing everything. Abusers expect their victims to know everything instantly in order to answer correctly whatever they demand and at the same time convince their victims that they're stupid. I've never figured out how they managed to do that, except that the whole relationship is based on lies anyway and this is simply one more.
I must confess that I've been accused of "going scorched earth." It's true. I excel at annihilating any argument that goes against my perspective. It was a survival tool. The only way to survive the insanity of the twisted thinking was to line up all my evidence, with footnotes and anything else necessary, to ensure I could hold my ground. Far too many times, I would complain about some injustice and within minutes would find myself blamed and apologizing for something that had been done to me.
How did I change that? I reduced my interaction with people who required me to defend myself for things that didn't need defending. I discovered people who accepted me as I am and encouraged me to be a better version of myself. I also had awesome counselors. The last one is the one who taught me about fine-tuning. I was doing okay. He helped me find alternate and better ways of coping with things that used to send me into a tailspin of self-doubt and berating myself.
As I am heard and understood and accept, the rage diminishes. I could not have made the progress I have alone. I was blessed with amazing counselors. As I grew healthier, my circle of friends changed. Through it all, God loved me. He chastised me when I needed to be corrected. He sent miracles to see me through. In my moments of despair, I knew He was there. He couldn't do the hard work for me, but He walked with me the whole way. There were times when I felt alone but knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I wasn't. I didn't understand and still don't understand many things, but I trust God who knows all and is all powerful and loves perfectly. As long as I continue to seek His face, I'll be headed in the right direction. One day at a time is all He asks of me.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
24 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/
24. “I don’t really know who I am or what I truly think. Virtually everything I say seems to me to be a lie I’ve just fabricated for that particular situation. I have real problems trying to identify what I’m feeling.”
My sister's response:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/08/03/who-am-i/
My response:
Been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt. Burned it.
I remember watching "Runaway Bride" and feeling quite smug. For those who haven't seen the movie, the heroine has been engaged several times and bolted at the alter, every time. She doesn't really know what she wants. (There are many shows, TV and movies, I've watched and books I've read for the purpose of endeavoring to understand my situation and find ways of improving.) I already knew I liked my eggs over easy. Ask what my style was and I'd draw a blank. In fact, I'd draw a blank about a lot of things. I realized I needed to learn what I like and what I don't like. I experimented, extensively.
Cooking was a fun one, a safe place to start the process. It didn't require I look too deeply into myself or my past. I once tried three different angel biscuit recipes to see which one I liked best. Taste testers, family and friends, were not disappointed. I finally learned to cook without a recipe. It isn't easy. It takes practice.
What exercise do I like? Walking. It's the one I'm least likely to overdo. I'm married to my physical therapy for life.
Music: Christian contemporary, like Casting Crowns; instrumental, like The Piano Guys; some classical; a little country; easy listening, like Carpenters; movie scores, like Lord of the Rings; some old Rock and Roll, like Elvis, Three Dog Night, and Chicago.
Books: Lord of the Rings and Narnia Chronicles; romance, mostly Christian; biographies, like Lone Survivor; self-help, like Battle Plan for Prayer.
Clothes: Soft, pretty, flowing, things that make me feel feminine.
Animals: Dogs and horses.
I will be flexible in conversations if I want to help the other person feel more comfortable. What does that mean? If the other person loves to read horror or watch sad movies, I'll let them talk about it and even ask a few intelligent questions. The way I talk may make it sound like I also like those things, but I think it's being polite.
Learning to recognize what I'm feeling required a flash-bang moment. I was watching "Fellowship of the Ring" the first time. I dreaded the possibility that they'd taken the title, jacked it up, and placed a new story underneath it. Peter Jackson was remarkably true to the books, not perfect but better than anything I'd ever seen. I loved the music right off, a good sign for me. I was delighted by the Shire, startled by the fireworks, afraid of the Black Riders, excited by the chases, cheering for the hobbits, saddened at the loss of Gandalf (it had been a while since I'd read the books and couldn't remember what happened) and relieved when I remembered how the story goes. I was disappointed by a few things, and anxious and anticipatory for seeing the next installment. I experienced a wide range of emotions in a short period of time. I walked out of the theater babbling about the movie, and I realized I'd kept a whole host of emotions locked away, until that moment.
I had to learn to let the emotions come. I also had to learn how to control some of the ones that I wasn't used to allowing on the stage of my life, like anger. I'd tried to bury it and fought it daily. I finally set it free and discovered that burying emotions does not make them go away. They only fester. I discovered the amazing realization that anger was, in fact, a healthy response to boundaries being violated. However, once I knew, then anger only got in the way of finding a healthy way to resolve problems. Fear is a great warning system, but it's a horribly place to constantly live.
I've a better idea of who I am. I accept that as I learn healthier ways of living I will continue to change. I pray I continue to become a better and better person. It's never too late to start learning who you are and to work toward becoming a better person.
Original post from The Mighty:
https://themighty.com/2017/06/childhood-emotional-abuse-adult-habits/
24. “I don’t really know who I am or what I truly think. Virtually everything I say seems to me to be a lie I’ve just fabricated for that particular situation. I have real problems trying to identify what I’m feeling.”
My sister's response:
https://ptsd-acceptingcopingthriving.com/2017/08/03/who-am-i/
My response:
Been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt. Burned it.
I remember watching "Runaway Bride" and feeling quite smug. For those who haven't seen the movie, the heroine has been engaged several times and bolted at the alter, every time. She doesn't really know what she wants. (There are many shows, TV and movies, I've watched and books I've read for the purpose of endeavoring to understand my situation and find ways of improving.) I already knew I liked my eggs over easy. Ask what my style was and I'd draw a blank. In fact, I'd draw a blank about a lot of things. I realized I needed to learn what I like and what I don't like. I experimented, extensively.
Cooking was a fun one, a safe place to start the process. It didn't require I look too deeply into myself or my past. I once tried three different angel biscuit recipes to see which one I liked best. Taste testers, family and friends, were not disappointed. I finally learned to cook without a recipe. It isn't easy. It takes practice.
What exercise do I like? Walking. It's the one I'm least likely to overdo. I'm married to my physical therapy for life.
Music: Christian contemporary, like Casting Crowns; instrumental, like The Piano Guys; some classical; a little country; easy listening, like Carpenters; movie scores, like Lord of the Rings; some old Rock and Roll, like Elvis, Three Dog Night, and Chicago.
Books: Lord of the Rings and Narnia Chronicles; romance, mostly Christian; biographies, like Lone Survivor; self-help, like Battle Plan for Prayer.
Clothes: Soft, pretty, flowing, things that make me feel feminine.
Animals: Dogs and horses.
I will be flexible in conversations if I want to help the other person feel more comfortable. What does that mean? If the other person loves to read horror or watch sad movies, I'll let them talk about it and even ask a few intelligent questions. The way I talk may make it sound like I also like those things, but I think it's being polite.
Learning to recognize what I'm feeling required a flash-bang moment. I was watching "Fellowship of the Ring" the first time. I dreaded the possibility that they'd taken the title, jacked it up, and placed a new story underneath it. Peter Jackson was remarkably true to the books, not perfect but better than anything I'd ever seen. I loved the music right off, a good sign for me. I was delighted by the Shire, startled by the fireworks, afraid of the Black Riders, excited by the chases, cheering for the hobbits, saddened at the loss of Gandalf (it had been a while since I'd read the books and couldn't remember what happened) and relieved when I remembered how the story goes. I was disappointed by a few things, and anxious and anticipatory for seeing the next installment. I experienced a wide range of emotions in a short period of time. I walked out of the theater babbling about the movie, and I realized I'd kept a whole host of emotions locked away, until that moment.
I had to learn to let the emotions come. I also had to learn how to control some of the ones that I wasn't used to allowing on the stage of my life, like anger. I'd tried to bury it and fought it daily. I finally set it free and discovered that burying emotions does not make them go away. They only fester. I discovered the amazing realization that anger was, in fact, a healthy response to boundaries being violated. However, once I knew, then anger only got in the way of finding a healthy way to resolve problems. Fear is a great warning system, but it's a horribly place to constantly live.
I've a better idea of who I am. I accept that as I learn healthier ways of living I will continue to change. I pray I continue to become a better and better person. It's never too late to start learning who you are and to work toward becoming a better person.
Monday, September 11, 2017
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