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A rocky childhood. A violent assault. A car accident. If these are in your past, they could be affecting your present health.
“How can I help people when I haven’t gotten over my anxiety?” It’s a thought that hit me during my “coming to terms” with mental illness. Getting diagnosed with two disorders while starting to treat them for others was not the opportunity I asked for.
I believe that I have cried more this year than the past two years combined.
The thing is, I’m not a crier. Ask my therapist; I don’t cry. No matter the heartbreak, loss, or disaster my eyes will stay bone dry. Even through monumental high points in life I can’t seem to shed a tear.
My name should have been Lucy. You know, the 1950’s sitcom about the crazy redhead married to Ricky Ricardo. She and Ethel were always getting into some kind of trouble or crazy situation.
Before joining the Shelter from the Storm recovery group, I believed that if anyone knew what had happened to me, then there’s no way they could love me or even stand to look at me with anything other than disgust, rejection and soul-sucking pity. Back then, I was saturated in shame and weighed down by false guilt. I hated and blamed myself for what other people had done to me.
Learning to provide comfort and encouragement for those who are experiencing dark days can be challenging. We are told that the “ministry of presence” (just being there) for others is what they need... but how does that work, practically?