Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Tunnel Blast

 
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Last night, I shared my inventories with my sponsor.  I had my inventory categorized under 7 neat little titles: 

Times I Felt God's Presence in My Life
Positive Traits
Times I Saw Myself as a Victim
Thought I Could Save Myself -Didn't Use My Savior
Times I Let Fear Debilitate Me
Times I Didn't Keep My Word
Times I Feared Others More Than God 

As I went through my list, I realized that a GREAT DEAL of my inventory -no matter what category it was found under -all seemed to navigate back to one thing: low self-worth.
I was fine identifying it.  I had low self-worth all growing up and that's why I tended to see myself as a victim, that's why I never took my hurts and pains to the Savior and tried to handle things myself...

But why?  Where the heck did the low self-worth come from?
My sponsor asked me one question that sent my mind spinning.  I went to bed with it on my mind, and when I woke up this morning, the question had found an answer.  And I cried for the little girl I used to be.
I see her as a person apart from myself: she's so beautiful and important and sweet and her heart is so good.

And it ISN'T HER FAULT her mother fell off of a horse and hit her head on a rock.
It ISN'T HER FAULT she was raised by a woman who had a damaged brain.  
It isn't her fault.  She isn't a bad girl.

But she doesn't know that.  And because she doesn't know that, she doesn't feel important.  She doesn't feel loved.  She doesn't understand that her mother isn't like other mothers.  
She remembers being hungry and asking for food, standing by the fridge asking, asking, asking... she remembers her mother slapping her across the face and sending her to her room.
BECAUSE she was A BAD GIRL.

The foundation for my low self-worth was laid when I was a toddler. 

I internalized and self-blamed/shamed myself my entire life.  

I feel like this realization is the final blast in the tunnel.  I'm starting to see light peaking through the other side. 
I'm coming to know myself.

I don't blame my parents.  I admire them for sticking it out, for trying, for working together as Mom's brain healed... and it did heal.  
In high school, my mother and I used to drive to my flute lessons in a nearby city every other week.  I treasured those lessons.  Although my mother was a stay-at-home mom, she was in many ways, absentee.  I clung to those trips like NO other.  They were my opportunity to HAVE a Mom.
During one trip she said, "If I could give my kids anything -anything at all -it would be confidence.  I would instill confidence in them."

I remember her saying that.  I know my mother would never intentionally rob me of my self-worth or do anything to cause or foster low self-worth.  
I'm no stranger -it turns out -to living with someone with a broken brain.

Emotions wash over me today as I can see a little kindergartener in my mind's eye... she's scared of offending, of others, of disapproval, of offending, of not being absolutely agreeable to everyone.
If they love her, she will believe she's loved.
And she doesn't know it, but she's about to spend a life time setting patterns along those lines.  Fear will dominate her life.
UNTIL.
March 27, 2013.

Because now she knows.  Now she realizes.  And now, she will never go back.  Now she can look at the 5 year old doing a puppy puzzle in the Kindergarten room and love her.  Oh, how she loves her.
Oh, how she wishes she could reach through time and stroke her hair and tell her how important she is.
How lucky -how divinely lucky she is to have a blonde-haired Kindergartener at her fingertips without any time travel... she has a daughter: an important, beautiful daughter with hazel eyes and her Daddy's nose, and she can squeeze her, and stroke her hair and tell her:
YOU ARE IMPORTANT.  YOU ARE WHY I'M HERE.  YOU ARE MINE AND I. LOVE. YOU.
More than you will ever know, daughter.
More than you will EVER know.
Until you have a daughter of your own.

The Atonement is real.  The Savior LIVES.  He is present, presently.
I'm so grateful for my husband's addiction.
 

 

 
 


 

6 comments:

  1. I totally started skimming at the end because I knew if I read your words as deeply as I should have, I was going to start bawling. So glad you're making this internal progress. Thanks for sharing. I've noticed I do this skimming thing a lot, and it's a signal to me I need to get my game face on and get to work.

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    1. I find myself skimming blog posts a lot. Sometimes the Spirit will just whisper to my gut that I shouldn't be reading certain things, so I won't. I'll just skim them or click away.

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  2. I like your inventory list...

    I am having some eye opening moments today as well. it seems to be going around. welcome to today!

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    1. Eye opening stuff is so fun.
      Right? haha

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  3. My mom never had brain injury, but she worked my whole childhood and I was a victim of emotional abuse from my brothers. I blamed my mom for years. I think I still do.

    Thank you for sharing:) I can so relate to that little girl and I see her in my daughter, too.

    Hugs my friend and thanks for the meeting yesterday. I felt like I was bursting to share. I noticed for the second time that I have an insecure laugh...lol!

    That's what happens when I don't see my therapist for a month and half. I am glad I get to share again tonight at the General meeting.

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    1. I don't blame my mom simply because she had no control over her actions, so I feel blessed in that way. In my case, it's no one's fault. It just IS. It makes it easier for me to heal.

      And I LOVED having you at the meeting! I hope you'll continue to come! I didn't notice any insecurities in you at all. I only felt the contribution of your spirit.

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