Under the Microscope

29 10 2009

I think that this is a good time to tell you why I began this blog. This is not my first blog, but it is the only one I know is going to stick. I own maybe a dozen URLs ranging from being a wife to being a realtor and in college I even made my own vanity site with pictures, etc, but none of those stuck. I’ll tell you why. None of them were true.

Sure they may have had pictures and cute quotes and told true stories, but they weren’t what I thought about on a regular basis, they weren’t who I really was, so they fell off like old skin that I just couldn’t fill up anymore. If you want to read great funny stories and fabulous household tips and see really pretty pictures- This isn’t the site for it. If you feel inadequate, uninspired,  awkward and alone, this is for you, because I am you. And if you see me get better, you will know that you can get better. This is the whole reason for it.  The reason I posted my before and after pictures is because one  lady wrote me this:  “Thanks for posting this, I was too embarrassed to post pics, but my room looks just like yours did, so if you can do it, so can I!!!!”

The reason I share all of my muck and embarrassment is for the same reason. Do I think that airing out garbage is going to make me famous? NO. I won’t be able to run for office and I won’t be able to pretend that I have everything together anymore. Truth is, I haven’t really shared it with many people I know, only people I don’t because they are kinder. Why are we kinder to strangers than we are to people we know? I think it’s a helluva lot easier to pat someone on the back and say, hey I’ve been where you are, or I AM where you are, when we don’t know them, because we don’t have to look at them everyday, and most importantly, they don’t look at us everyday. Scrutinize us and follow our every move waiting for us to fall, waiting for us to fail.

I also share because your testimony is your greatest weapon against the forces of evil. The story of how God has delivered you from the lion’s den lets others know that God is great and can deliver them too. It is hope-giving. And it holds me accountable to the changes I am making. You may not comment all the time, but when I look on my statistics and see 74 people reading, I may not know 74 people that have this address, but I feel the responsibility of keeping my promises to those 74 people. I don’t feel like keeping my promises when it’s just me because I have a bad track record with myself.

The truth: You can hide and be in denial about your life if you want to.

I don’t. I just want to get better.

I’ll leave you with one of my all-time favorite movie scenes. If you want to follow me just to pick my life apart or feel superior, than I feel sorry for YOU because the brick wall surrounding your heart is tall and that means that no one can get in.

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Though I stumble, I will not fall

7 10 2009

It has been about a week since I posted last, not because I’ve forgotten and didn’t want to, but my husband was out of town and of course the first thing that happens when he goes out of town, our modem that we’ve had for 4years goes out, so no internet at the house. It takes a while to post something I think is worth talking about, so while I was able to run out several times and use the internet at the office, Barnes and Noble, and even Tom Thumb has free wifi!, I was unable to gather together enough internet minutes and mind power to post. But today I am forcing myself to post in public, because my little sister sent me an encouraging text message.

So, I had this great epiphany on Monday. It may not seem like much to you, but for me this is freedom. I went to Al-anon Monday morning and we read a brochure on despair. In it, it describes the alcoholic as being “sensitive and emotionally immature, excessive in their demands on themselves as well as on others. When they fail to live up to their own standards, they escape from reality by drinking. The habit of escape through alcohol leads to obsessive drinking, a compulsion so powerful that not even the threat of death or insanity seems to break it. One drink sets up an uncontrollable craving that only more drinking can appease.”

I realize now, that I might as well have been an alcoholic, my characteristics and behavioral patterns are the same. I forced myself to never drink in excess, because I’ve always been aware of my father’s addiction. But I didn’t know that even without drinking, I could act the same way.  When the lady who read that aloud spoke on that passage, she was filled with compassion and love and spoke of loving the person and hating the disease. This too, is something I have always heard in church, love the sinner, hate the sin, but I always pinned that on my dad. I have no problem loving him despite his alcoholism. I hate the stupid stuff that he does sometimes, and the immature ways that he acts, but I have a great deal of sorrow and compassion for his disease that he cannot control which allows me to still love him and forgive him.

All this time, I have spent having compassion for his disease, I never had compassion for my own. Or my mothers. When I heard the love in that woman’s voice, the way she was able to look past the disease and strengthen her own life, while still loving the alcoholic, it was an extremely powerful release for me. It was like I saw God, and the way he looks at me, as “sensitive and emotionally immature” as I am. He sees me and hates that I am going through this, that I can spend so many days and weeks in despair and self-hatred and try to escape with food, and internet distractions, and reading and numerous other things that never fill the hole. He sees that my life can be so much better, but he doesn’t look at me and say, “That bitch. Just wasted twenty eight years of the life that I gave her. I will smite her because she doesn’t even respect the gifts I have given her. Life was wasted on her.”

He looks at me the same way that I look at my dad. I am really so sad that he will have to look back on his life and realize that he wasn’t there to watch his son grow up. That he was working or drunk most of his daughters’ childhood. That he never got to heal from his own childhood. I love him and it grieves my heart that he will probably never be able to understand how many people did love him  that he pushed away. How we all still love him. How my mom still fasts for his healing, how even though we don’t talk much because he has a different life we all still think of him and pray for him. How he will never be able to accept that as truth, because in his head nobody loves him, nobody will ever be able to love him because the two people who were supposed to love him the most in the world weren’t able to, so how could anyone else?

I could tell you without a doubt that his way of thinking is wrong. Alot of people love him and care for him and will always. But I always thought that if my mother had been more compassionate, more loving, more of EVERYTHING she could have changed him. She wasn’t an alcoholic, what is her excuse? I took this way of thinking with me when I left home. Thinking that I was going to be everything she wasn’t. I would conquer alcoholism, not let it in my life and be healed. I would be the perfect wife and mother and everything she wasn’t because it was her fault that my dad never got healed. When I realized that she wasn’t going to fix him,  I transferred these hugely “excessive demands” from my mother to myself thinking at least when I grew up I wasn’t going to be like this.

When I “failed to live up to” my own standards I began to escape from reality. I have always had a problem with weight and eating, and I spent my whole childhood buried in a book. While it just looked like I was a smart kid who loved to read, I loved to read because I just wanted to go away from my life, where I had no expectations, no disappointments where I didn’t exist. My drug of choice has manifested itself in different ways over the years, but it’s always the same. I don’t work on my life because I feel better just not existing. I don’t want to be me. Me is not good enough. I was not good enough for my mother to love me. For my father to stop drinking. Then the disappointments mount up, not finishing school, not becoming the things everyone told me I would become, being depressed all the time. Not being able to function in everyday life. Not being able to keep a clean house, happy dogs, have tons of money. All the things I could have been and am not stare me in the face everyday. It is hopeless, so why work on it. God already sees me as a complete failure.

I recognize this viewpoint as a tool that I allow the enemy to use on my over and over again to keep me from moving forward. The TRUTH: GOD does not see me as a failure. HE looks on me with LOVE and COMPASSION and as a WORK IN PROGRESS. HE does not see the mountain of failures I somehow think I have to climb to get to the other side. HE sees a big chasm that he wants to fill with HIS LOVE and GRACE so that I am able to walk across in freedom with complete confidence and ease. Everyday it is going to be a new choice to wallow in the mountain of despair or step forward in faith that there is enough grace to sustain me, that I will not fall. Psalm: 37:23-24 “If the LORD delights in a man’s way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand.”

I forgave my mother this week for not being able to change my father. I apologized to her for never realizing that I blamed her so much, and that she never had the power to begin with. Only God can sustain him, NOT my mother. More importantly, I forgave myself for not being able to change a damn thing. I encourage you to walk in faith today and have courage that you will not fall.