*** I can't thank you all enough for your outpouring of support on my last post. It really made a HUGE difference, and if it weren't for your kind words, I know I'd have locked everything down again. Thank you for your love. ***
"When we said yes in marriage, we MEANT it and stayed married."
"Kids these days..."
"If you want to stop doing something, just make a decision and DO IT."
I love my 7th graders. This last week, they spent 15 minutes teaching how to tie a tie. They spent the rest of the time giggling over a face one of the kids were making.
And yeah -I taught 4 boys that day.
One of those boys has expressed interest in Viktor Frankl, so while I was ordering Christmas stuff on Amazon I plopped, "Man's Search for Meaning" in my cart. When it arrived, I decided I'd better read it through before giving it to him, just in case there was graphic stuff -I didn't want his parents knocking down my lil' trailer door.
It's a fascinating read -it makes my trailer feel like palace and my oatmeal seem extravagant.
There's a passage where Frankl talks about suffering. As he lived each day in a concentration camp (Auschwitz), he decided that the POINT of each day was suffering. He expected suffering and faced it -not so much with valor and class everyday, but with a sense of... I don't know... duty? He leaned into the suffering and searched for a purpose. As a doctor fascinated with research, he imagined himself on a stage teaching others about what he'd learned in the camp. He thought of the research paper he'd been working on, how he needed to rewrite and finish it (it had been confiscated).
This passage did something for me. It really did.
While my life is nowhere near suffering, it is hard right now. Trials dovetail as they never have before, and I keep sort of waiting for some reprieve. I keep waiting for a rest stop, a breather. But much like my body in labor, I'm not getting one. No break between contractions and pressure, Alicia, not for you.
I've moved into a sort of acceptance.
This is my time to be uncomfortable. Each day is uncomfortable. Instead of flailing against it, fighting against the powers that be and WAITING for it to end so I can get back to living... I can lean into the hurt, the discomfort.
There is much to learn, much to uncover.
As I wade through health issues, I will learn more about my body. I will grow and grow in knowledge about anatomy and science, health and nutrition, truth!
As I wade through the mess that is my marriage, I will learn about brain workings, about healthy thinking, the underestimated power of stress vs. peace.
Where are the books written for AFTER sobriety, by the way? What comes after sobriety? How is trust rebuilt? How do you learn to count on each other? Lean on each other? Handle the burns and the hurts?
Marriage AFTER sobriety is scary too.
Funny, isn't it? I remember thinking if I could just get rid of porn (hypothetically) everything would be SO much better. Realizing that porn was just a sort of symptom of bigger issues was unnerving and empowering. Awareness is ironic like that.
Tonight, I'm very uncomfortable. The point of my discomfort is knowledge. It's a sort of search for truth and wisdom -God loves me enough to give it to me through the most effective means possible: hands on, the hard way.
It's my Auschwitz Season.