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It is not too often that I think about you, but when I do…

So empty they have been; The darkness is very unsettling. Your eyes appear like black holes; What is this unstable phenomenon?

On one hand, I am angry at what seemed to be inevitable without proper intervention. On the other, I want to protect even the smallest amount of innocence that may remain in you.

What is needed to try and recover the hope left in you? At times even I have hope. Yes, I have hope for you. How much would change if we further assessed what has led to this? Would you even feel safe enough to process this?

I did not know what to do and we were unfortunately never taught how to embrace with grace, protect each other or forgive like our peers. The guilt may continue to weigh on my heart for a little while longer as I think back to those adverse childhood experiences.

Those rebellions now seem more like they were cries for help more than attention and I wished I could have been more receptive to you. But I too was a lost child that longed to be seen. A helpless witness, why did fear seem to mute my screams?

How could I have been more of the keeper that you needed? How could I have known and done better even though processing my own pain felt like it was running on E?

I love you and I continue to pray that one day we will both find peace and heal from these memories.

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Reading It Backwards

How does one be a keeper of a home still filled with the aftershock of it all?

Why is there utter stiffness in one’s reaction to witnessing the beginning of what could be the end?

Where does one turn to when they are drowning in the fear of escalation?

When can one process the essence of safety when their innocence of childhood is fading in front of them?

What possesses a person to illuminate that devil-like presence in front of others?

Who is to blame for that lack of anticipation?

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IMagine

Imagine if your “enemy” felt the pain they caused you.

Imagine if the lies they put on your name touched their soul too.

Imagine if they had to suffer through the same trauma they put you through.

Imagine if they had to stand in the fire that they used to burn you.

Imagine if tears of shame fell from their eyes when they realized they were the issue.

Oh what a great relief it would be to see them hurting too.

Now imagine if the same things you wished upon that “enemy” someone wished upon you.

Oh how more dangerous this world would be if those imaginations came true.

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Relapsing ThOUghTs

I understand they may never fully go away.

I know the frustration, pain, and disappointment they bring can resurface any day.

I feel the urges to exhale the anxiety.

I acknowledge that me forgiving and letting go are not easy.

I want them to hurt the same way.

I realize my struggles are not unique.

I seek His love and guidance daily.

I remind myself someone could easily feel the same about me.

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Thing 1 and Thing 2

Sometimes I think we feel as though if we read of Bible, study His Word, and (for some) try to memorize as many scriptures as possible that our problems will go away. Like if we stay obedient to the Word then everything else will fall into place and work itself out. We may even get so caught up in our eyes “being open” and life becoming a little more meaningful that we unintentionally start to ignore those thoughts that crippled us for all those years. But unbeknowest to us, those thoughts never actually went away. You just found a good way to distract yourself from them. That is where the triggers come into play. You are starting to enjoy the beautiful life God has given you after so many setbacks then out of nowhere you become upset, agitated, impatient, selfish, doubtful, etc for no justifiable reason. The rememberance of pain and fear are the drivers of these triggered reactions but it was the ignored memories that were the source.

So what is our solution? For some, it is continuously going back, trying to find answers and comfort in His Word which in turn helps us to repress that memory or thought once again. But what do you do when that “solution” develops into a toxic habit. Yes, I said toxic because although you are seeking God, it is only really numbing the pain and proving temporary relief. The source of that pain or fear was not actually dealt with so when you are triggered and respond in an inexcusable way, you try to put others in a position where you make them feel as though they should know better and do a better job with interacting with you. This excuse becomes a never ending cycle and while you get to move on from what happened in the moment (your response to being triggered), the person you hurt, now has been treated like crap. All because YOU didn’t deal with your problems. Isn’t it funny (not really) how we are quick to project our past pain onto others as if they are the problem. We quickly become a victim in our own eyes not realizing we are now doing the same thing someone did to us to cause that pain and fear we are repressing (hopefully that isn’t confusing).

And although your actions are understandable, because many of us can relate, that doesn’t make them right. And now you are sitting here in counseling after being screened and accepting your need to let go of the real source for your anxiety and post-traumatic stress out of your mind. You have come to realize that the spiritual growth you were working so hard at has been hindered this whole time because you failed to STOP and reconcile with your residual pain and fear. Sitting here, you finally coming face to face with the real problem and remorse rushes to your heart. Taking a deep breath you remind yourself that it is okay to seek this kind of help. You are understanding that mental health and spiritual health are not always the same and may need to be handled differently. You spent so much time trying to help others and neglected to help yourself first. It is time for a change. God is still there. He has and always will be there. You were never alone….You then take a deep breath and remember that the first step to any recovery is acceptance (and this is usually the hardest part). This minor detour doesn’t change your destiny, it just puts you in a better position to conquer it.

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Lost Files…

I hesitated and once again lost a golden opportunity to let forgiveness in and overcome the power of offense. But I didn’t do it. Courage deserted me the moment their eyes saw mine. It doesn’t help knowing that they saw it too. I am disappointed in myself because I know I am better than that. I don’t know why I try to make myself believe that I am forcing things in my attempts to engage or that they don’t have the desire to interact with me. So as usual I isolate. Thought I was over all of this but I guess not. And although I know there is resistance from their end as well, I will hold myself accountable for mine. The fear of being hurt again was more on my mind than restoring the love and friendship that was once on our side. Lord I failed You again and there is no excuse for this shame I feel inside. I miss the effortless laughs and fun that was shared and I’m pretty sure they do too. Will we ever get through these growing pains? I have faith that the foundation we built remains and hopefully one day, after shuffling through these ruins, we can find it together again.

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Micah 7:8

Maybe these situations are Your way of telling me I am not close enough to You. Is there something that I am not seeing? Recently it seems as though I have been getting hit with boulders right and left. That tunnel leading to the beautiful sunrise is slowly collapsing. My energy is dissipating from every bone in my body. I’m trying to put up one last fight but I feel it may all be for nothing. Why do you allow my oppressors to hurt me? I pray for them because I don’t want to be angry and I must forgive. I know if I give in to this temptation of rage then I am no better than them. So I pray for You to give me peace and help me to stay focused on Your future for me. I’m learning more and more about how cruel life can really be. I am accepting of Your will and now I ask, “Lord what is Your next move with me?”

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A Wounded Sheep

My heart caves in as I listen to his cries. I feel helpless to his pain. All I can do is cover the wounds, but Lord it is You that he needs. I can only wipe away so many tears before he starts to become numb to my efforts. And as he cries out to You, I follow his lead because his wounds are overwhelming me. So much pain for one to bare. Lord I am trying to understand Your reasoning behind this man’s despair? I pray constantly for his healing. He doesn’t feel as though he was meant to lead and he doesn’t believe he will find peace. He feels as though he has sacrificed so much, including friends and family, only to gain so little. It is becoming harder to show him the truth that lies behind those regular thoughts. God help me to become the strength he needs. Help me bring his worries at ease. Reach out to him and let him know You are here and You hear his cries. I do try to tell myself that there is triumph waiting on the other side, but as the days go by, I start to feel the need to take blame for his many restless nights. 

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Freeing myself

That moment when you realize that no matter how many people you surround yourself with, you still end up alone and mentally isolated. You try to turn your brain off for one second…just one…to enjoy life but all it does is make things more obvious. So then you just let that feeling build until you have no choice but to let your heart and mind collide. Hope and faith prevail but painful memories still like to take a seat next to us every once in awhile? I always wondered what it would feel like to finally be free from oneself. Its like you want to really be happy for others, be your true self, and let go of the past but pain does what it does best and whispers in your ear about the unforgotten. So much energy and love is eagered to jump out of this woman’s body…I used to think I was the outcast, but with time has come the understanding that I may be doing the outcasting. Though my heart just wants to love, my mind is afraid to fully let it in.

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Dressed in Red

There is this woman clothed in red. Her smile is vibrant and her appearance is golden in the eyes of her partner. He loves her when she has this appearance and she knows it. He treats her like his queen and makes sure she has everything she needs. He wants to love all of her. She carries her smile because it makes him happy. But behind her smile is pain. This is his look for her and not her own. It hurts her to know that she only can get his full attention when she is dressed in this beautiful red. Usually he is expressing what he doesn’t like about her appearance at that moment. He doesn’t really want to kiss or touch her much and when she asks he says the same things over again. Her hair isn’t “done”, her clothes are not “girly”, and she doesn’t wear “enough” heels. Inside she already struggles with physical insecurities and slowly he is drowning her with criticism. Nothing she does to change her appearance is acceptable, except when she wears that red! She understands he wants her to always look beautiful, but she tries to explain how she shouldn’t be made to feel as though her beauty is primarily skin deep. She also knows he has a problem, a physical problem. He can be shallow but she doesn’t want to use that against him because she knows bad habits don’t die easily. She keeps hoping that maybe he will grow out of this and look at her again like before… She wants to dress up more but constantly being reminded makes her feel as though she is only beautiful when she looks a certain way. She cries and feels silly for it. Crying over a man’s perception of her? How silly right? Day after day, as she wakes up and looks beside her in the bed, she asks herself, “Will he ever walk in and smile at me again without wearing that red? Will I ever be able to pick out my wardrobe without his desires in the back of my mind? When will I be able to stop being so self-conscious about my appearance? Why am I here if I have been feeling this way for some time? Is there something I am missing? This can’t possibly be where this story ends..

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