Recovery and learning to love myself
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 3:22 am
Hello to all!
The subject says it all; recovery and learning to love myself. The words recovery and love myself, seems so easy to do; or is it? It is easier said than done, in my opinion. I went from damaged to almost recovered during a long haul; it took about 35 years. Hard to fathom; but it is true. It was not easy either. I would make strides forward; but ended up taking a stride backward. Eventhough I love my husband and children dearly, for them to understand me and what I was going through was extremely difficult. Everytime I went to therapy, I would come home and share what I had learned. That was a courageous feat, but a wise one. As far as loving myself; that was a challenge. Everytime I looked in the mirror, I saw a self loathing me. Not too long ago, I started to love what I saw in the mirror. Time heals all wounds, so the saying goes; but wounds still remain. I can not change the fact that I was abused and suffered tremendously; but I can embrace today and all my tommorows and say I am still here. As half of my life is over, it is time to live and not dwell what could have been. I know what I could have been; I do not have to look far. I see the normalcy, love and happiness in my husband and my kids as they live, and blossom. That is more than I can ever hope for. Any comments or opinions are greatly appreciated. Thanks.
The subject says it all; recovery and learning to love myself. The words recovery and love myself, seems so easy to do; or is it? It is easier said than done, in my opinion. I went from damaged to almost recovered during a long haul; it took about 35 years. Hard to fathom; but it is true. It was not easy either. I would make strides forward; but ended up taking a stride backward. Eventhough I love my husband and children dearly, for them to understand me and what I was going through was extremely difficult. Everytime I went to therapy, I would come home and share what I had learned. That was a courageous feat, but a wise one. As far as loving myself; that was a challenge. Everytime I looked in the mirror, I saw a self loathing me. Not too long ago, I started to love what I saw in the mirror. Time heals all wounds, so the saying goes; but wounds still remain. I can not change the fact that I was abused and suffered tremendously; but I can embrace today and all my tommorows and say I am still here. As half of my life is over, it is time to live and not dwell what could have been. I know what I could have been; I do not have to look far. I see the normalcy, love and happiness in my husband and my kids as they live, and blossom. That is more than I can ever hope for. Any comments or opinions are greatly appreciated. Thanks.