“Comes a time, on the journey, you wonder how you will survive. There comes a time, when you’re thirsty and so alone… There is a pool in the desert, where water flows from fountains unseen. Saving water, healing water flowing over me.” The Choir, Flowing Over Me
You don’t have to die, in order to feel like you’re not really living.
You can even be loved by the man of your dreams whose arms as husband gently encircle your waist every night in bed — you can love the world’s most beautiful two boys, the ones you’ll always remember resting warm and soft in the cradle of your neck as newborns — and yet feel something missing inside.
It’s hard to talk to other people about what you find difficult to face yourself.
They might think you’re being ungrateful.
They might think you’re not counting your blessings.
They might think your faith is broken.
But, it’s not that way at all.
There is something deeper going on inside.
The Place Inside
I know what this is like.
To make it on my own. To be okay.
It’s a numbness. In places no one can see.
It’s me from my childhood. Still alone. Holding everything together.
It doesn’t show up at work, when I used to stand up making presentations in conference rooms.
It doesn’t show up when I’m hanging out with my friends, or even at church, where all is as it should be.
And if you saw me at the grocery store, or driving my kids to soccer, running errands, you would think all is fine.
This place inside me where I pull myself together is where I go whenever I’m feeling down, confused or stressed.
In the privacy of my soul — where my memories lay — lies the wounded me.
You know, the month of November is the time of the year when we talk about being thankful.
But for someone like me, who is going through the journey of healing — having to remember all the people, places and stories that have wounded me — what I’m thankful for may not be what everyone else has on their list.
Before my journey through debilitating anxiety, I was able to ignore the undercurrent feeling of shame I’ve hidden…
To be continued…
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