Peace, Love, and Grief – Worthy

Last weekend, my youngest came to spend a girls’ weekend with me and to celebrate my and Bruce’s anniversary. It was so much fun and such a blessing for my soul… And as I wrote last week, such a different experience this year in all the ways that are good. It was so fun to share memories of so many precious moments… no tears – just heartfelt love and laughter.

As the week progressed, I found myself thinking through those stories and something struck me like a splash of cold water…

Growing up in the church and throughout adulthood, the message that somehow engrained itself deep in my soul was – as a female, I am not worthy of being loved. I should keep my head down and accept whatever crumbs were tossed in my direction. There were so many ways this message was communicated, and it goes back as far as I can remember. I am not going to debate whether or not that was the intended message, because that doesn’t matter. It was the one I absorbed.

I believe it was that message that led me to have no self-esteem or confidence. It is the reason I tended to date and eventually married (the first time), boys and men who were cruel at best and violent at worst… I thought that was all I deserved.

It took me over 20 years in a home with that atmosphere, before I went to our family priest and said, “I can’t do this anymore. I have to go. If you tell me I can’t because the church won’t allow it or that I will go hell, I don’t think I care, because my kids and I are already living in hell.”

He didn’t say that, though. In fact, his response was one of the first times someone in authority within the church told me that I was precious to God. I was important to God, and God would never expect me to sacrifice myself or my children to someone else’s anger and lack of self-control.

I can’t even begin to tell you how shocked I was – how taken aback… Not just because he was “giving me permission” to leave, but because he wasn’t throwing the dogma at me that says, “As a woman, you are under the authority of your husband. Go home and be a better wife.” (Which is what I had been told so many times before by other women, other ministers, and even the few police that I had called on for help.)

At that point, a seed was planted. I didn’t even know it at the time, but it was there now… somewhere in the dark just waiting to be tended and encouraged… And along came Bruce – the first, truly, good man I had ever been with. I don’t know how, but it was as if he knew that seed was there, and he immediately started to show me how to tend to it.

He spent our entire relationship letting me know that I did not need to prove to him or anyone else that I am worthy of love… It was hard for me to believe that… It went against everything I had ever been led to believe.

He constantly found ways to let me know that he didn’t see my flaws; he chose to only see the best in me. Holy cow! That was the most amazing, freeing kind of love I have ever experienced. Suddenly, my opinions mattered. My thoughts were important. My feelings counted. I didn’t have to keep my head down and pretend to be “less than” in order to save his ego.

In fact, when his company closed overnight and I was the only one working for a couple of years, I was told by another woman that I needed to quit my job in order to save his “masculine pride”. Bruce put the kibosh on that immediately. I was no threat to him or his ego. We were truly partners – both equally important contributors to the relationship.

When he passed a few years later, I fell apart. I no longer had anyone telling me that I mattered… That I was lovable. Instead, all of the old messages came flooding back into my mind, and that small seed that had started to grow, shrank until I couldn’t seem to find it anymore.

Then about three years ago, I knew I couldn’t stay on the path I was on. I won’t say I was suicidal, because I didn’t have a plan or anything, but I definitely didn’t want to be alive… and that was scary. So, I did what I have done on and off through the years – I went to see a therapist… and she was great!

When I first went in, I told her that I thought I needed help with boundaries. It was something I had never learned to do, but I thought that might help me learn to love myself in some small way. She, however, changed the trajectory when she said, “I think, first, we need to help you figure out why you think you don’t deserve boundaries.”

MY GOODNESS! That was the exact can of worms I needed to be opened… For the next year and a half, she and I worked together to figure that out. That is when I realized how those earlier messages had been received by my little girl heart. Then, she moved me into a program to work on the PTSD I had been diagnosed with after my first marriage.

The program is called EMDR, and it is a therapy used to reprocess old traumas. This allows the person to move away from the posture of a victim. Instead, you learn to find your voice and your strength to overcome the event. I have to say, this has had the greatest effect on my growth and healing. We have spent this last year and a half working through event after event – each time I have left feeling stronger and more confident in myself as a woman… a woman who matters.

Then, this week, it finally dawned on me that this was exactly where Bruce had been leading me all those years ago… and that little seed he had tended so carefully… that one I thought had shriveled up and died with Bruce… It is still right here… in my soul… growing each day… and all because of a man who saw in me what I couldn’t… and then he chose to love it into existence.

I am forever grateful for that love… and I hope that every person reading this today, also, knows that you are also worthy of that same kind of love.
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

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Peace, Love, and Grief – Real Loss and Progress

(Note: I apologize if I let you down last week. I skipped last week due to family visiting. One of those visiting here is not in great health, and as I am sure you will understand, I wanted to take in every precious moment of our time together.)

Generally, this time of year, from Halloween to mid-January, holds so many triggers and challenges. Every year, since starting this blog, I have written about it. Every year I have tried to use this space to download and work through all the emotional muck in an effort to battle the depression that seems determined to settle in for the next few months. Some years I am more successful than others, but still it has always been a battle… until this year.

This year feels different…

On Halloween, just a few days after writing and posting my last blog, I realized quite suddenly that I had not written my normal “this time of year is tough for me” blog. In fact, I wasn’t even feeling the need to write such a blog. Instead, my spirits were (and still remain) high. For the first time in over a decade, I am genuinely excited about the season ahead.

When I think about it, this seems so foreign… How can things have changed so much in the span of a year?

As I write this today, I find myself staring a few days ahead, knowing that our wedding anniversary is on Saturday. Yet, that thought isn’t bringing even the hint of tears. Instead, I find myself smiling at the memories – my heart bursting with the love we both felt and expressed on that cold, Michigan day so many years ago.

A lot of things have changed in my life since that day – especially this last year. I don’t think it was any one thing that has made the difference, as much as a combination of all the things – EMDR, talk therapy, relationship changes, meditation, new faith practices, … and probably time, as well.

That being said, it doesn’t mean I am no longer grieving. I am still grieving and probably always will. It just means my grief experience is different from what it was. I am still well aware of all I lost that January night.

I can still remember every moment of our last anniversary celebration, from the ride to and the restaurant to the taste of the food to the thrill I felt each time he touched my hand or kissed me. I had no idea what was waiting around the corner for us… All I could think about was how amazing it was that after so many years, I still got butterflies around Bruce… And how I wanted to feel that way forever.

Life, however, rarely goes as we plan… I suppose if it did, we might not learn and grow into the people we are meant to be.

In the movie, Good Will Hunting, Robin Williams’ character, Dr. Sean Maguire, says, “Real loss can only happen when you love someone else more than you love yourself.” For so many years, that notion would be enough to push me down the rabbit hole of depression. I related to it so deeply, it almost felt like permission to go there… and stay a while.

This year, though, I find myself nodding and thinking, “Exactly… and how blessed I have been to have known such a love… How even more blessed I am to know the love we share is not over… It lives on, not only in the energy I still feel from Bruce, but also in all of my other relationships.

His love is too strong to have died with him… rather his legacy of unconditional love lives on in each of us who know him… and is shared with all those we encounter, as well.

Happy Anniversary, Babe! I love you… I will always love you… and that’s forever!
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.
Please do… This is our community. To share your thoughts and experiences go to the comments and leave your message.*

This is a weekly blog, for daily affirmations we have a Facebook page of the same name. Join us daily at www.facebook.com/peaceloveandgrief
* Be advised that all comments are subject to approval prior to posting. Any comments determined to be spam or not in accordance with the mission of this website/blog will not be approved or posted. Furthermore, any comments determined to be hostile in nature will be reported to the proper authorities. Thank you.