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Misery
I wanted to be sure I understood the definition of this word at the beginning of the process so I looked it up. I had some preconceived ideas happening and was headed in a certain direction with this story but with the proper definition in mind I’ve had to rethink some things. I will still end up in the same place though, because it’s a good place.
The general consensus seems to be that misery is an emotion stemming from overly wanting what you don’t have or overly NOT wanting what you DO have.
I don’t know that I would describe myself as miserable. My thinking was – it is what it is. Count your blessings, it could be worse.
I wasn’t happy for the above reasons. Wanting and not wanting. Life was complicated. At least my life was. There was nothing I could do to change any of it. The hopelessness of that reality made things harder to handle.
After a few decades of emotional decline (hopelessness will do that to you) it occurred to me that I needed to take a stand. Life could not go on as it was, changes were needed. I wasn’t sure how this conversation would go. Let’s just say things moved rather quickly and before I knew what was happening I was free of the situation.
One of the most difficult things, in those early years, was the passive aggressive nature behind the misery. I felt all alone, like no one noticed what was (or wasn’t) happening and I felt that if I talked no one would believe me anyway.
I still feel the same way, actually. I haven’t managed to clear the belief hurdle enough to talk about those years to any great extent. I’m working on it but it’s a slow process.
The good news is that there are small victories along the way and they are always a surprise.
The positive thing coming out of today’s exercise is encouraging and validating.
Back in the early days I thought no one noticed.
Today I realize I was wrong.
As I was putting this piece together in my head I was thinking about three nice gifts offered over the course of several years. Back then I looked at surface reasons for the gifts and while I was grateful, I can now see that I was missing the point.
Looking at the memory of those gifts (experiences) from today’s perspective I can see that they were designed to be helpful. Someone was paying attention and wanted to make a difference.
Here I thought no one noticed.
One emotion I am not feeling with this realization … misery.
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Further reflection (by the light of day) has me realizing many people could have known and yet no one said a word.
Embarrassment comes crashing in to replace relief that at least one someone knew.
Misery follows hard on the heels of embarrassment.
Denial won’t work, saying you are assuming too much, people didn’t know. A dozen or more years ago in a drug store, I ran into a man visiting in my new town. In the midst of catching up he admitted he knew, way back then.
I’ve come too far now in the healing process to let misery win. I can’t and I won’t.
Every hard thing faced has led me to a better place. Facing this new revelation will only help things along.
Besides, I don’t like misery well enough to wallow in it! So, there.
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