After I decided that I didn’t want to remain stuck in the same place in which I had metaphorically woken up and found myself, I came to understand two very important things, and there was a significant tension between them.
I knew I needed to move forward, but I didn’t know exactly what direction to start, so I felt stuck. I knew I needed to make some decisions, but I felt paralyzed in fear of making the wrong ones.
Also, I knew that I needed to be kinder to myself, to give myself the time I needed to regain some of my mental and emotional strength before making any big decisions, but I felt so much pain in that place that I was impatient to get on with it.
I spent a fair amount of time talking to myself about it both with my counselor and then, later, in my journal. (If you don’t have a journaling practice, I highly recommend starting one. It helped me to make sense of the swirling thoughts and emotions that felt like they would swamp me, and it helped me to process what I was learning along the way. As I put words to paper, I sometimes realized that what I truly believed was something totally different from what I claimed to believe. It was an eye-opening experience. If you want to write online with anonymity and accountability, try 750Words.com. You can get a thirty-day free trial, and if you like it, subscribe for five dollars a month.)
Reading was also a critical component of my recovery. I read every book I could beg, borrow, or steal. (Just kidding!) Since the first thing I was able to move on in my life was extricating myself from an emotionally destructive marriage, I read Leslie Vernick’s books on the subject, books about controlling people, and books about setting healthy personal boundaries. I took great comfort from the Psalms and from Sarah Young’s devotional book, “Jesus Calling”.
I started taking daily walks in the neighborhood, just to clear my head, and as I did, I talked to God. Sometimes I spoke to him in anger, sometimes in gratitude. I just showed up, getting real with him, and told him what I was thinking and feeling. As I did that, I felt his presence more than I ever had before, and that encouraged me to continue my walking prayers.
The more space and grace I gave myself, the more I discovered of what I wanted and needed. I was learning how to “be,” and not just how to “do”.
Steven Covey