Since my marriage collapse, my confident, self-assured, caring, partaking-of- pleasurable-activities, I-know-where-I-am-going, healthy adult persona has often been replaced with a fragile, directionless, powerless, inner child. Just as a child in distress clings to a comforter, such as soft cuddly toy, I too cling to my comforters. Initially I survived by coping, whichever way I could by strategies that provided comfort during the initial crisis and the ensuing months of turmoil. While these were excellent coping methods (indeed I still use some or turn to them when feeling overwhelmed), they are coping techniques. They are not healing techniques. Well-suited for comfort in crisis or trauma, some can become maladaptive if used longer-term.
Maladaptive coping strategies are extensions of the ‘fright’, ‘flight’, ‘fight’ responses.
Fright (freeze) is to give up or become subservient and self-depreciating.
Flight (run away) is to withdraw, retreat into a private world, rely on soothers such as food or alcohol, numb out or become disconnected.
Fight is over-compensation with controlling, excessive orderliness or a rebellious ‘I-am-fine’ (when I am not) persona.
I have fallen into some of these maladaptive coping strategies, relying on my home and routine for certainty, using food as comfort, and withdrawing. I have stayed with these strategies because they work (in easing the pain). However, I have been clinging onto them as the vulnerable needy child instead of responding to my distress by my healthy adult persona.
What is the difference?
A child clings to their comforter when distressed for whatever reason – whether they are hungry, lonely, or tired. Conversely, an adult will deduce what the problem is and find a solution. If it is hunger, prepare food. If lonely, seek company. If tired, sleep.
In the complete disruption to the fabric of my former life, I clung on to what remained; my work and my home. Within that seeming framework of familiarity I propped myself up with pillows of comfort; connecting with family when I could; and following a routine. I was clinging to what I had left, to what was left of my ‘normal’. I was comforting myself with a (fragile) sense of certainty, while my real world was far from certain.
I had lost three main fabrics of certainty; my intact family unit, trust, and future certainty. To regain trust in future certainty I began trusting the future one minute at a time, then one hour at a time. Gradually that grew to a day at a time. I spent many months watching the sunrise. It would always rise. I could trust the sun to rise. It gave me a sense of certainty and grounded me. I got myself into a weekly routine. I trusted my routine. If I stuck to my routine in my familiar place, life was certain. I regained my sense of trust in certainty.
It would all unfold whenever I went away or broke my routine. The pain would return.
My inner child had been responding to pain. My adult persona is now recognising that it has been stability and future certainty I require, not simply comfort from my pain
There was a fourth source of stability I had lost from my previous life. It was me. I had been the rock, the stable one. I had been my own stability. Yet now I had become the vulnerable needy child looking for pillows and comforters instead of looking for solutions and answers.
While I can never again return to the world before my losses, I can rebuild myself. Instead of focussing on dulling my pain, I can focus on me and a vision for my real future, not my false comforting ‘week-at-a-time’ future. I will prove to myself that I am still stable. I will begin by focussing on the proof of how I have acted and what I have achieved since the collapse of my marriage. Here is the proof:
1. I am living by my reaffirmed values of courage, fairness and kindness.
2. I have provided a safe-haven for my children to come home to.
3. I have helped friends and loved ones through personal issues.
4. I have provided employment for 20 employees and services to the community.
5. I have journeyed the marital split with grace and dignity, keeping to my divorce code.
6. I have been supportive of others in my blogging world.
7. I am a rock.
I am my own stability.
I am my own future.
You have no idea how helpful your journey is to people like me – thank you so much.
I am glad that you are finding that it helps you.
You are truly an amazing and resilient woman. Your words and your journey are an inspiration for many. Your ex husband is truly the blind and losing end of the situation. Your children are blessed by your strength and devotion to them as well as yourself. Thanks for another great post!
Thanks for your high praise of me. It really means a lot to me and I really appreciate your constant support.
You are a rock. You are a river. You are a tree, rooted in rich, healthy soil, offering shade and comfort, strength and shelter, beauty and the bounty of all the seasons unfolding.
You are amazing!
Thanks SO much for your praise. I have written that in my gratitude journal 🙂
Elizabeth, I am so proud of you and how far you have come. You have done this. You alone. And how lovely to see some of those familiar F words again! Happy Sunday to you.
Yes, those ‘F’ words. They trip me up at times so it is good t be aware of them. Thanks for your encouragement.
Happy Sunday and Mother’s Day to you 🙂
Thanks Elizabeth – Happy Mother’s Day to you too!
What powerful thoughts!
As I read this I imagined a person’s eyes initially glued to the ground their feet were standing on and the eyes slowly rising to meet the rising sun on the horizon!
You have a talent for picking out the crucial points and thrusting the thought-processes to the next level.
Bravo! You are a true inspiration, Elizabeth. xx
Thanks and I am encouraged by your support.
You are truly a tree of life Elizabeth. Reaching down and becoming rooted once more in order to grow towards the sun.
I LOVE that expression. Thanks for the inspiration 🙂
Elizabeth, you never cease to amaze me with your strength, grace, and courage, and it is an honor to be able to watch your journey unfold and to share some similar experiences, thoughts, and feelings. You are laying the foundation for a truly beautiful life, and I am proud of you!
It is great to receive encouragement but when it comes from someone I admire so much, it truly makes me feel alive and fully appreciated. Thanks so very much.
You are progressing by leaps and bounds – enjoy your freedom and find your future 😀
Yes, getting there. Thanks for sharing and encouraging me on my journey.
Oh. Nothing scarier than when the rock you thought you were quakes and crumbles. I know that feeling all too well. You are not alone. Many of us getting strong in the broken places. Beautifully put.
Thanks and I am glad that you picked up the inference of the crumbling rock in the picture. I know I am not alone and I truly appreciate the positiveness of your own blog.
I can see you now, standing at the top of that mountain and owning it! Great post, Elizabeth, written with your usual conviction and clarity. 🙂
Wow! Thanks SO much for your encouragement. That has given me a fantastic self-vision for the future. Thanks
Keep going, gal.
One day at a time is good enough. You will get there.
And I know it takes strength and courage to share this with the word. Thank you.
Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and your kind comment of support. I really appreciate it.
Sometimes we do need a period of withdrawal to gather our inner strength to face what comes next but the problem is that it at times becomes hard to step out of that safe place we create for ourselves. Good for you and will be wishing you well.
I agree both points are correct. We need to be able to withdraw and we need to be able to step out. Knowing that one has to helps, even before one actually does.
Thanks for stopping by and your kind comment.
I am hoping that this will be the best Mother’s Day ever tomorrow! Hopefully, the hill is getting closer to the top and you can look down and backwards at your struggles and admire your strength for getting through all of this!! Hugs, Robin
Yes, i am almost at the top. Thanks.
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