It’s been awhile since I posted here, but I think I’m getting better.
Months ago, I was desperate and purged my thoughts, bared my crazy and published my traumas here to you kind strangers. I was at the lowest point of the pit and honestly didn’t think I was ever going to be able to climb out. After years of struggling with past trauma, succumbing to my alcohol dependency, crawling through dark days in a constant battle with my mind and memories, I think I’m getting better.
I’m not going to lie - the dark thoughts and the triggers aren’t entirely gone. I swear not a day that goes by where I don’t think about my past, but I’m getting better about dealing with it when something bubbles up to the surface. If I see something or hear something that triggers me back to that awful time in my life, now I take a second to breathe and ground myself, whereas I used to be consumed by my memories and fear, and go straight into a tearful panic attack - try to run away and drown it with alcohol. But I’m getting better. Now when I feel these things, I take a moment to bring myself out of my mind and into the present. I reach for my husband’s hand and he brings me back. His calming presence and that adoring look in his eyes when he looks at me washes all of those bad thoughts away and keeps me grounded.
The hardest part for me was to give words to what I felt inside. Recalling the dark memories and allowing them to slip through your lips for others to hear - its daunting. There were times where I thought I would ruin our marriage because I had ultimately shut him out. I just couldn’t open up. All I had to do was TALK! But for so long, I couldn’t gather the courage to open my mouth. There were times where the words were stuck in my throat - they were right there! Just let them out! But I couldn’t - I would choke them back down and suffer in silence just like I had for years and years before. It took courage and it is such a struggle to speak about these demons inside but it is a release that I haven’t felt in a long while.
In the beginning, we couldn’t be intimate without me being trigged by my past abuse, and it would always end with me bursting into tears. But over time, he rewrote everything I had known, and instead of pain and fear, he showed me love, compassion and an emotional connection. I’ve never known what it was like to not be picked apart, but instead be built up and loved for every flaw. I’m starting to feel comfortable again in my own skin for the first time in years, and when he looks at me I actually feel beautiful.
I’m incredibly lucky to have someone in my life that truly loves me and takes care of me when I didn’t want to love or take care of myself. My amazing husband has stuck with me when my wounds were raw, and he does everything he possibly can to help those wounds heal.
Somehow, even though he has seen me on my ugliest days, his love for me is still so strong and our love for each other seems to be getting even stronger the more I heal and as I learn to love myself again. He’s been so patient with me. So patient.
It has taken a lot of time for me to overcome what I went through, but I’m getting better and I of course couldn’t have done it without the help of my husband, but also from these beautiful souls here at heartsupport. You’ve encouraged me not to drown my sorrows with alcohol, but take time to feel whatever it is that I’m feeling; to set time aside to talk openly about it with my husband so he can understand what I’m going through, rather than shutting him out.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I just want you to know that you are not alone in here in this world, no matter how dark it may seem. Please know that you are valued, you are loved, you are beautiful.The journey out of whatever rut you’re in is brutal, but it’s so worth the climb.