Weird, because writing is such an outlet for me. I have journaled some, but coming off of such a counseling session on Monday, I am exhausted.
I didn't sleep well over the weekend. I dealt with a lot of anxiety (still am) and got maybe 4 hours of sleep, max for 3 nights running. Last night, finally, I slept nearly 7 hours. I am still exhausted, but feel like I have to keep going to fulfill commitments made.
I am hoping I can get all my work done around the house tonight to be able to rest and not have my mind run away from me.
Monday's session was grueling with Tricia. Before I went in, I was able to talk with a friend, who gave me a hug and encouraged me to keep on doing what I had to.
I had an hour and a half session. We talked a little bit at the beginning and I was able to tell her about my Christmas and my father, and everything that had happened. Then she asked how everything else was, and I shared that I had written the letter. I shared how hard it was, and how much it took out of me.
She asked if I was willing to read it. I said that I needed to. She asked permission to interrupt me if she had questions, and I gave it to her, and then started reading.
Halfway through she interrupted me for only about the 2nd or 3rd time, and asked how much more I had to read. I told her half, and then she realized we had a 90 minute appointment, not 60 so we were good to go. When I finished the letter, I was able to sit back, but had a hard time looking her in the eyes, or even in her direction.
She told me, confirmed what I had been thinking in the back of my head I guess, that this really was an abusive relationship, in many aspects, and contained a lot of sexual assault that I had describe in my letter. That's why it was so painful to write, and nearly impossible to read. That's why I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest before I even entered her office.
For the last 20 minutes of my appointment or so, we talked through some things, but she didn't want to dig too deep because she didn't want to take me to a place that I wasn't safe, and just wanted to really be able to dig into that the next time.
Next week Thursday I have another 90 minute appointment to really start to work through the relationship and pain and anger that is so contained in there. In the meantime Tricia wants me to think through these three things:
- What was the worst thing about this (relationship) -- a portion? The whole thing?
- What is the negative cognition, what is the lie or lies I am believing because of it?
- What is the positive cognition, what do I want to believe about myself (the truth) even though this happened?
These I have to come up with between now and then, as it will really not only help me process now, but will shorten the preparation time in our session. Then we will have more time to do the actual therapy.
I have the letter still in my bag, cause I can't bear to look at it, but am carrying it around with me so I know where it is, and no one else will read it. I don't know what to do with it yet, or if I am ready to do anything with it yet. I probably will burn it or something like that. I do need to get rid of it, but I guess I'm not ready yet.
My emotions have shut down pretty much, and I feel like they are on auto pilot. I walked with a friend through some pretty tough stuff in the last day or two, so that has distracted me as well. It helps to focus on someone else for a bit, rather than myself. It helps me to not feel like I'm drowning in my own "stuff."
One of my friends gave me a "safe place" to go after my session so that I didn't have to go home and deal with children right away, but could have some time to regroup so I didn't come unglued when I had to deal with their demands.
We sat and talked or were quiet as either of us needed. I was actually able to doze off for a while and rest, when I finally warmed up enough. We sat and cried together as we shared our stuff with each other, as we felt led and just rested. When I finally left, I felt like I was in a safer place emotionally than I had been when I got there. Though I was still exhausted, I at least was able to function and not feel like I was going to lose it with some unsuspecting person.
Now that I am able to get work done and finish up my week at work at least, I am finding myself struggling with wanting to run away from God, from everything, right now, and trying to find somewhere where it is safe for me to just collapse and be me.
I am so grateful for the miracle God performed in a friend's life last night. She was struggling SO much the past week, and was terrified by some things that had happened the night before, and last night, she slept in peace, for the longest she has in a long time. That was a miracle in itself, then I got to see her today, and just the change in her countenance that was so apparent was a miracle as well.
So, I am praising God for that, which is drawing me closer to Him. But I am pushing away from the emotions that I have buried. Pushing away from the things that I know are true. The truth is fighting against the lies that are flying through my head and in my face that are probably rooted in this relationship I am trying to work through.
How can I feel compelled to run and feel myself being drawn at the same time? Both of them against each other feels like it is pulling me to a complete standstill. I know that the strength of that which is drawing me and wooing me is much stronger than that which is pushing me and compelling me to run. But which do I choose? Moment to moment it seems to swing.
I want time away with God tonight, but there are many things to be done before people come over tomorrow night. I have less time tomorrow to do things than I had originally planned. All these things threaten to keep me busy and too occupied to really focus on God or what I know He wants for me.
All I want to do is stop feeling and thinking. All God wants me to do is allow Him into these so very painful, wounded, abused areas. I am afraid to open them up. I don't want to. I know the hurt of having wounds cleansed. I know the healing on the other side too. But I am resisting the cleaning process because of the pain involved.
I was told to care for myself this week. I was told to treat myself gently. i found a verse in Deuteronomy 7:6 that a friend picked for her 1st scripture memory verse for the year - and it spoke to me and hurt me at the same time.
"For you are a holy people, who belong to the Lord your God. Of all the people on earth, the Lord you God has chosen you to be his own special treasure" (NLT)
Chosen to be His own special treasure? That means I am to treasure myself the way He treasures me. In spite of what happened. Really?
And this is where the lies are fighting the truth. This is where my actions actually back up what I am believing. Because I don't want to eat, I don't want to sleep, I don't want to treat myself gently, I don't want to take my meds. The only thing that is making me do some of these things, some of the time is that I have one or two people who know what is going on who are asking me if I have done what I should, or at least expect me to tell them if I have or haven't.
I am better today than I was last week Wednesday after finishing writing the letter.
I am better than I was when I first realized how bad these memories were.
I am better than a few years ago when I first started counseling with Tricia.
I am trying to cling to hope and to have faith.
Where the truth meets the lies and the rubber really hits the road is where I am having some problems. That's where the impulse to run away comes and I want to flee. From everyone and everything.