Hi again,
I have started reading again, reading for enjoyment I mean. It surprises my how many of the books out there depict situations that are unrealistic and well...CRAP. They teach us that in a moment every challenge, every struggle, can change. That one day we will struggle with one thing and the next....by either meeting the love of our life, or by hearing some new information, or by having a long conversation...well, POOF...we are better.
Seldom do they teach the truth. That healing and changing is a long process. That we take a step forward and then two backwards. That even though one day we will feel better, the next may be a different story. They don't tell you that even those who love and accept you in the beginning will sometimes lose their patience and be "done" with you. They don't tell you that after so many times of thinking you are healed only to struggle another day, many of the people closest to you will not believe you are changed or even that you can change.
I shared some of my thoughts with a friend this morning. I was feeling good. The conversation was wonderful. He asked me why I need to be broken. I told him I wasn't broken I was scarred. He asked my why I needed to time and time again think that something needed to be fixed. I jump from one thing to another, trying desperately to fix myself, never being finished.
I thought of that for a while. He has been faithful friend for many years. He has lasted longer than any other (except my husband-although I shielded my husband from a great deal of the ugly side). And yet, I didn't think he understood. I am not sure I understand, but today, here is how I see it. I am scarred. The effects of childhood experiences, regardless of what kind vary from person to person. But for the most part if there is some negativity involved, it results in "fear, depression, guilt, self-hatred, destruction of s-esteem, and alienation from normal human relationships." - Elder Richard G. Scott
I have many of these consequences. They have hurt many in my life. I have come to recognize them and decided I want more than anything to overcome them. I asked for help. I got it. I studied, I listened, I learned. All of the consequences seemed so illogical to me. I thought for sure I could just decide to think and be different. I worked on one consequence at a time. I think that is why I saw myself as broken. That list is not a description of a "normal" "emotionally healthy" person.
Of course I thought I was broken. I would improve in one area, only find there was another area. I would work on my depression, only find I was still afraid. I would work on my fear, only to find I still hated myself. What was wrong? I wasn't healing the scar that caused these consequences. I forgave, I learned to accept, I learned to love. But....the consequences were still there. I still felt broken. Today, I don't think I am broken. I am scarred. That list....it's normal. I don't need to fix the consequences...I only need to heal. I need to have the faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and His atonement. I need to allow him to heal me. To remove this scar. As He does, there will be natural consequences to the healing. I will change. I be different. I will have a different list of consequences.
I pray for that day. I hope all of you find the hope I have found. Please comment.
Stef,
ReplyDeleteOver the years we have obviously lost touch. I caught snippets here and there of you via Facebook, over the years. And sorrowed with you over the earthly loss of Kevin. Not something I can even begin to comprehend. So I won't even attempt to console, only to know that there must be a vacancy that can only be filled by him...and someday will. I'm sorry to hear of your struggles. And if I'm honest, there has been more than one occasion that similar thoughts have crossed my mind. Obviously, I did not act on those thoughts. But for me, it just means to me that there is someone we all know that truly wishes me gone from this earth. Therefore, I need to be here. So I have to trust more in the voice of the Lord than in that other voice that whispers to me when I'm weak.
I've found over the years that I actually am a pretty positive person. Always I find myself looking for that "silver lining", no matter how small it might be. Whether it's my husband deploying again for the umpteenth time and being sad about it and then turning it around and thinking, well, that means less laundry, lower food costs, less gas for cars, etc. Silly things that allow me to cycle out of the sadness and focus on moving forward.
I have also learned, as you seem to have, that relying on the arm of flesh is fluid and not recommended. Faith is a road that requires us to have faith in Faith itself. Weird, but true. Or have faith that we are all here for a reason...reason or reasons we may never know. Unlike George Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life, we probably won't have that opportunity ever.
Keep doing what you're doing and face every day with a prayer and a smile for the Lord. Love you:)
Sheri Thornton (Charlton)