conquering the demon
Hi guys,
I started this as a response to tryingtolive's recent thread, but I thought it might be useful on its own for the group.
I hear you, I'm with you, I've been there, too. You're not alone.
When I lie awake at night and the thoughts run around like a crazy perpetual motion machine, I find it helps to remind myself that I'm safe where I am right now and that all the anxious thoughts are just fragments of the past that are the voice of the abuse trying to hold me down.
If I give the voice a name (I choose the names of demons), I then have something to fight. "I'm not going to let you control my mind anymore, Azrael (or whatever name works for you." I don't use my abuser's name because I'm not fighting him. He's a nothing, a powerless bit of dust I could take with my hands tied behind my back. I'm fighting the demon who fights every one of us every day. Abuse in general and its effects trying to take every one of us down.
The demon always fights back, but now I have someone else in my head: me. I can try to protect myself from that evil voice.
Then I try to look down upon myself from above as if I were an angel watching over the battle. Then I see myself fighting this battle, all alone in my bed. Then I imagine the angel looking into another room and seeing someone else fighting the battle, too, getting in shots from behind and beside, and yet another room and another battle. And yet another room and another battle. And yet another room, etc. An army of guys fighting hard, every night, everywhere.
Then I can fight the battle for all of us, like a hero, part of an army of souls conquering the demon that is fighting us all.
You're not alone. I hear you, I'm with you, I've been there, too. And, together, we will win.
Danny
I started this as a response to tryingtolive's recent thread, but I thought it might be useful on its own for the group.
I hear you, I'm with you, I've been there, too. You're not alone.
When I lie awake at night and the thoughts run around like a crazy perpetual motion machine, I find it helps to remind myself that I'm safe where I am right now and that all the anxious thoughts are just fragments of the past that are the voice of the abuse trying to hold me down.
If I give the voice a name (I choose the names of demons), I then have something to fight. "I'm not going to let you control my mind anymore, Azrael (or whatever name works for you." I don't use my abuser's name because I'm not fighting him. He's a nothing, a powerless bit of dust I could take with my hands tied behind my back. I'm fighting the demon who fights every one of us every day. Abuse in general and its effects trying to take every one of us down.
The demon always fights back, but now I have someone else in my head: me. I can try to protect myself from that evil voice.
Then I try to look down upon myself from above as if I were an angel watching over the battle. Then I see myself fighting this battle, all alone in my bed. Then I imagine the angel looking into another room and seeing someone else fighting the battle, too, getting in shots from behind and beside, and yet another room and another battle. And yet another room and another battle. And yet another room, etc. An army of guys fighting hard, every night, everywhere.
Then I can fight the battle for all of us, like a hero, part of an army of souls conquering the demon that is fighting us all.
You're not alone. I hear you, I'm with you, I've been there, too. And, together, we will win.
Danny
