trust...
I just finished my 'homework' for small group counseling tomorrow, and I feel so drained. It's so hard to face... especially with me not knowing what really happened! At least, not knowing most of it.
Trust is the hardest thing to do when you've had someone violently destroy your most sacred self. I shake my head and think, no wonder I've always found trust a nearly impossible task. Even squeezing out just a drop is an exhausting process. I've learned to do it with most women fairly easily, but with males and authority figures (even worse, the two combined) I have made scarcely any progress at all. I trust Ben more than I've ever trusted a man -- but I hold back so much, stuff that I don't even realize.
I'm so full of rage. It saps my energy... when I finally let it out, what else is left?
Trust is the hardest thing to do when you've had someone violently destroy your most sacred self. I shake my head and think, no wonder I've always found trust a nearly impossible task. Even squeezing out just a drop is an exhausting process. I've learned to do it with most women fairly easily, but with males and authority figures (even worse, the two combined) I have made scarcely any progress at all. I trust Ben more than I've ever trusted a man -- but I hold back so much, stuff that I don't even realize.
I'm so full of rage. It saps my energy... when I finally let it out, what else is left?
I guess a good analogy is when you hurt yourself physically. initially there's an ugly scab, but once that comes off there's new skin underneath that's pink and tender and delicate. as long as another injury doesn't happen in that same place, the new skin eventually becomes as strong as all the rest.
trust is the same. when enough time passes with nobody abusing your trust, you'll be able to trust more & more.
I'm working on basic trust. It's a long, hard road, but if I don't keep going then there is no purpose in life. So I keep going even when it feels pointless, and
hopefullyI'll eventually be healed and then have REAL purpose, instead of clinging to this very unpleasant rope. I have to admit that I have made progress.but, i'll offer a poem -- one that i wrote in my journal a long time ago. it refers, not only to the rage, but also the withdrawal that can come along with it. the ability to reach out with passion. unconditionally.
so, no advice, only a gift for you.
Origami
Why, when dangerously
Close to a burning rage,
Do I fold and crumple
Like a paper dragon.
Passion, when shaped to fit
The patterns of lifeless
Docility, becomes
Simply ornamental.
But this one man, a potter, picks up the pot (yea, yea, I know you think you know where this is going, but you're still gonna have to listen to it.), tenderly holds it to himself, and proceeds to go to his workshop. First, he has to remove the rest of the pot's inner poison, or all of his good work will be for naught. This is a very difficult task, as it almost removes the pot itself, the poison has become so intertwined. After he has removed the poison, he begins to put his own material inside the pot, to smooth out the faults, to fill in the cracks. The material is good, and once it has set for a while, the material is no longer so much a part of the Potter as it is the Pot.
I guess I went through all of that to reassure you that YOU aren't going to have to worry what is going to fill you after you have released the poison that has been trying to hold you captive for as long as you could toddle. God is going to worry about it - you'll be more yourself than you ever were as soon as you offer up that empty space to him, and you'll find that there is more peace available to you than you had ever thought possible.
*Hug*
I'll be here for you, Bel.
And dammit, you have to trust a comment made by a non-Christian who's saying, "Listen to the girl who's talking about God!" :-P
*hugs*
Anyway, the thing about trust, the more you give, the more you get, so you'll have lots of people to help you back. :)
It's odd how something can be so true, and yet I can't recognize it as such until someone else says it. Thank you. ♥
I also have to agree with your thoughts on trust. Let me be clear: I think that what you feel in regards to your trust issues is a very common plight, especially among those who have been "violently destroyed". I can unhappily say that I have been one of those people. I can also look at my last sentence and know that to use the past tense is a falsehood...
The above made me think that you thought nothing would be left...I don't know the details of what you are referring to, but I have a distinctly difficult time believing that what is left could ever be nothing - you're just too full of that special something, that certain "je ne sais quoi".
There are good days and there are bad days, you (I) just have to remember that each and every day is a gift. I don't even know you but I'd wager you're stronger than you suspect.
Thank you for the encouragement. I assure you it isn't wasted, it means a lot to me. ♥
;-)
My mother-in-law had on the ladybug earrings and the girls at the drugstore were very very impressed, mom loves them because they are so light and of course they have ladybugsp; I would like to get her another pair that are red and gold.