What does it mean to be restored to sanity?
The opposite of sanity is, in my own world, the place I go to where every other thought is the thought every spouse of an addict is familiar with:
Am I crazy?
In that place, I am blocked. I can not hear my own gut -my put-there-by-God-and-filled-with-His-truth-and-light Intelligence -and everything begins to blur and swirl. I short, everything feels like the way life looks when I take my contacts out and lose all sense of sight (except colors!) and depth perception.
Without the aid and help of lenses, I am legally blind my friends.
I went there this last week. In that place, I was triggered more frequently and powerfully. I was emotionally edgy, physically tense. It occurred to me at one point that this state used to be my NORMALCY.
And I felt a little hope in that -as if what used to be my Standard Mode of Operations was now a sort of Lights Flashing, Sirens Blaring State of Emergency.
That's a sign of healing, right?
I know I'm in that painful place when I can not hear what I need. I'm indecisive, scared, and anxious.
I recently finished reading a James Allen book, and I found therein a gem that has become a sort of imagery mantra for me (is that a thing? Imagery mantra?... Something I picture in my mind when I feel like I'm crazy?)
It's finding and tapping into that depth Allen speaks of -it's a vibrant canyon for me, filled with everything God created to give me... in his own words from D&C 59:
18)Yea, all things which come of the earth, in the season thereof, are made for the benefit and the use of man, both to please the eye and to gladden the heart;
19) Yea, for food and for raiment, for taste and for smell, to strengthen the body and to enliven the soul.
Walking in that canyon at peace with God, climbing and hiking the up and the downs while the world above whirls with drama, intrigue, and dark storms of every kind.
It's my figurative happy place. I can tap into it now and then, and I hope to someday set up camp there.
I hope to live within it eventually, as Frankl once found freedom from outer bondage within. This life feels so binding, doesn't it?
It is our safe haven, and it can not be taken from us from any outward perpetrator unless we grant access.
Or unless we've been blessed with PTSD (or other mental illnesses) in which case, we've become victims of thievery of the absolute worst kind: Thievery of our inner selves.
The good news is we can reclaimed or be reclaimed through God.
And THAT, to me, is what a return to sanity to looks like... it's the return of what's been taken -my peace, my serenity, my voice, my worth, my ability to see myself and hear myself and honor that which manifests itself within.
I bring that manifestation going on within... WITH-OUT and THAT. THAT is my return to sanity.
I speak up for my safety, set a boundary, remind myself that I am worthy of other people's time (a nod here to a great friend who spoke this truth to me and changed my perspective -you know who you are!) and SO REACH OUT. I pray before, during and after. I take any glimmer of voice coming from within and obey what it tells me: a walk, a yoga session, a few more hours without my contacts in, moving a picture in the house, taking off the pants that don't fit right, eating something that came from God's Good Earth (My Playground), taking time to put my bare feet in the grass, taking time to rehearse an affirmation:
I am confident.
I walk with my back straight.
I look others in the eye.
I am enough.
I have nothing to hide.
I do not fear my story being uncovered.
I walk with God.
I am light.
I am joy.
I am truth unfurled.
Without God, this is not possible, for it IS God who speaks to me from within.
God is my sanity, and I am his treasure.