I knew that I was stuck, for many years. I functioned but I didn't know who I was..I didn't recognize who I was.
After BD, my doctor immediately wanted to write me a prescription for an anti depressant. A drug to decrease the emotions I was experiencing from a situational depression. I declined. I went to therapy. It was "nice" but there was no relief from the pain.
People get divorced..what was causing me to continue to have such deep pain?
The symptoms after BD that so many here have experienced, extreme weight loss, inability to sleep, hands shaking, crying for hours, inability to focus, being on high alert, inability to experience joy..those symptoms were real and very serious.
But you paste a smile on your face and nod and say you are fine.
I was stuck and by sheer chance, I ended up in a therapist's office who treats trauma. Had I been raped, I could have accepted PTSD being the reason I was in such pain...and yet, in some ways this is similar to rape....someone you trusted and loved and built your life with for 35 years in my case, against your will, took everything that you knew as your life away in a very quick and unexpected way. Betrayal, abandonment, rejection = trauma.
The things that happened in my therapist's office were unconventional, not at all expected and so intense...entering into another world, one that I was not consciously aware of...a world made up of many things...my genetic code, my values, my childhood, previous betrayal, who I was as a woman..who the child within me was and everything in between.
This therapy focused on me at a cellular level, a biochemical, physical and spiritual level taking me places that I would never have got to any other way.
She was my guide, the work I had to do was my work, she guided me and helped me to face it all and in the end, I found myself again.
I am still broken... I doubt that I can ever remove this wound that is so deep.
I felt that I was a "failure" at divorce....as I listen to other women gleefully talk about their ex's, seemingly totally accepting of their first, second, third divorce..their remarriages, their dating.....all I could yearn for was a man who had discarded me...what was my problem?
Trauma, feeling it, spitting it out, stamping on it..being aware of where I was feeling this in my body, my mind, my soul.
Slowly, there is no rushing through this...slowly calm, peace, acceptance and letting go...slowly I got up from the ground, shaky, fearful .....slowly standing upon the ground, connected and stronger than I ever was before.
The tears remind me..I am allowed the tears, they are mine...they belong to me and they remind me that what happened was traumatic....
If you need this, to find who you are again...a trauma therapist is perhaps a better choice than other types of therapy..it certainly was for me.