It's Hard to Remember...
I started "recovery" when I was 16. It was then that I wound up in a hospital for attempting to end my life. Since then, I've been through 5 years of therapy and 10 years of various support groups, concurrently.
I've worked so hard on my healing journey. I'm tired. Though I've worked through a huge number of issues, and am more functional than I ever thought possible, I still need the company of other survivors. There is a common language, understanding and sacred fraternity of hope that I thought I could do with out. I was wrong.
I have met some wonderful men here. My heart sings again with the benefits of community that I've described. I don't feel so alone and misunderstood in the world around me any more.
But I have lost a sensitivity that I once had. I have lost much of the appreciation of the things that I have gone through, and I'm sad. My expectations of a survivor that has just begun the journey of healing are much too high. I've been having trouble relating to my fellow survivors because I have been expecting people to be at the same level of healing as me. That is so wrong.
Coming to terms with my mistake also revealed my lack of ability to relate. I suppose this is just a warning. I'm struggling with what a relationship between survivors at various places on the journey should look like.
I'm hoping I can remember better where I've been.
For those who have been on the journey awhile, I'm interested in your feedback. For everyone else, I apologize in advance.
Ben
I've worked so hard on my healing journey. I'm tired. Though I've worked through a huge number of issues, and am more functional than I ever thought possible, I still need the company of other survivors. There is a common language, understanding and sacred fraternity of hope that I thought I could do with out. I was wrong.
I have met some wonderful men here. My heart sings again with the benefits of community that I've described. I don't feel so alone and misunderstood in the world around me any more.
But I have lost a sensitivity that I once had. I have lost much of the appreciation of the things that I have gone through, and I'm sad. My expectations of a survivor that has just begun the journey of healing are much too high. I've been having trouble relating to my fellow survivors because I have been expecting people to be at the same level of healing as me. That is so wrong.
Coming to terms with my mistake also revealed my lack of ability to relate. I suppose this is just a warning. I'm struggling with what a relationship between survivors at various places on the journey should look like.
I'm hoping I can remember better where I've been.
For those who have been on the journey awhile, I'm interested in your feedback. For everyone else, I apologize in advance.
Ben