This week was a difficult one for me on a very personal level. I made a decision long ago that had finally caught up with me and instead of facing it head on I tried to avoid it. Doing so only filled me with immense feelings of guilt and shame, and when I feel that overwhelming guilt and shame I am incredibly tempted to punish myself in some way. I slid backwards this week, and I'm not proud, but I learned some things along the way that I think are important.
Isolation is never a healthy way to deal with the hardships life throws at you. My punishment was to completely isolate myself from people that I convinced myself didn't want me around anyway. This was so far from the truth. When I finally allowed myself to open up to these people who have shown time and time again that they care for me, I realized I had the blessing of being surrounded by people I could be 100% real with. Our conversations were filled with raw emotion, and they reminded me that I have things to be grateful for even in the midst of my mistakes.
I have chains. Sometimes I feel like they're broken and disappear, and other times I feel like they have a way of finding their way back and coiling around my wrists. Y'all. Those are some of the loneliest times where I wish I could call for help, but also manage to feel stifled. Some of you know that last year was very difficult for me and I had a hard time pinpointing why. Things were unclear constantly and my moods were a roller coaster. People were worried, I isolated myself like I'm so good at. I was selfish with my time and my entire life spun out of control. I screamed for help, but was never able to communicate clearly exactly what I needed. I was in the dark and I started to let it consume my soul. Even though I was surrounded by so many people supporting me, it was one of the loneliest times in my life.
When I had that difficult moment this week it scared me. But as I talked it out it got better. I heard a sermon today that solidified the new attitude I'm trying to adopt when it comes to dealing with my chains. I will continue to look for joy in the midst of my storms. I will use what I struggle with to show others the live I've been shown. I am stronger than I feel, and one bad day cannot and will not define me.
Part of our problem, I think, is the internal scars we try to push out of our minds. Old wounds have found a way of trying to come back. It aches. I try everything I can to make it go away. My past so often fills me with shame when those wounds try to resurface. My rape, depression, pushing my support away, the terrible thoughts I have had about myself. I let the memories and hurt and shame reconsume me. But no more. I refuse to let that set me back ever again. The past is the past and I am who I am because of it.
I write this not because I'm upset, but because I have realized that daily I need to start choosing joy to break free from my chains. I know there are others out there right now dealing with guilt, shame, a past and I tell you friends, it is going to be ok. You are loved, scars and all. The world wouldn't be quite the same without you and what you bring to it. You are more than your past. You are more than your guilt. You are more than your shame.
Choose joy, sweet friends. Today let's all choose joy and remember what we can be grateful for.