A statement was made tonight that left me with nothing to say, which is a rare thing. Perhaps it is because I have never been able to accomplish this my entire life. The topic is LOVE. Not the kind that you feel when you fall in love with your mate; rather the one where you love yourself.
I feel that I am an excellent caregiver. I can wipe away the tears from any patient. I can make each heart feel loved. I can bring comfort and kind words to help ease fears so they may rest as well as they can.
Although I am burnt- out on care giving, my heart still leans towards the one who needs to feel loved. Maybe this is because I am good at giving something I wanted so bad all my life.
Please don’t think for one moment I am wanting your kind words or your pity; I do not. Maybe spilling my guts onto the black and white screen will help me fix what has been broken for so many years.
I know the familiar words. God loves me. He made me the way he wants me to be. He doesn’t make mistakes. The problem is how can I truly believe that when I have been shown or not shown the love that any kid deserves.
Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t go without while growing up. I had nice clothes. I had a beautiful home to live in. I went to good schools. I was never beat. From the time my father and step-mother married, I could not complain and on any smooth surface, I was a happy, healthy child. So what gives? I don’t know.
Maybe I can’t or haven’t found a way to erase the invisible. I am one of those poor saps that lives too much in the past. I know it is wrong, but it seems that is the way I have always been and it could be part of the reason I am compassionate towards others.
No, what I can’t erase is the things that aren’t seen. You can’t touch what isn’t there. You can’t pretend to believe that everything is alright, when deep down inside you always knew you were an added piece to the table. You can’t pretend you didn’t hear what you heard.
I think when my mom died, I felt lost. When dad died, I felt the one person on earth that surely loved me more than anything was forever gone. The thin tether I clung to during my childhood had now frazzled and dissipated.
When my brother passed away I was left backed into a corner. No one to pour out those hidden feelings I desired. I now look at my life as an empty box that I need to fill up in order to live within a peaceful bubble for the remainder of my days.
Since Al has passed I am almost afraid of everything. The dark, going out, the what if’s. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? I hate it, but can’t seem to burst that bubble that has me cocooned me inside like caged beast.
When I look at the facts in my life I smile, so why isn’t it enough? I know without a doubt my children love me. I am pretty sure my grandchildren love me too. I have nice friends here. I have no doubt when I move next week I will make new friends. What else could I possibly want?
Who else is so lucky to have family that lead busy, busy lives and yet are spending free time over at my new home making it look pretty? I know I am blessed. Through the mistakes I have made in my own life, I have been forgiven and still remain loved.
I am coming to the end of this post and I still don’t have the answers to fix myself. I have already been to a therapist to learn how to realize that my feelings are validated. I have learned that not all that happens to us is our fault. What I didn’t learn is how to let go of the disappointment of what I thought should be, and to accept that life is what it is.
As I have become older I have forgiven words. I have learned that not all show emotions the same way. I am hoping that living in my new surroundings some of the sadness, depression and death will break the ties that bind me.
I am hoping that I will breathe new air. I will not have to force myself to look out the window for one good thing in my life. I will just see the beauty in who I am on the inside and enjoy every moment I am blessed to still be able to breathe.
Family was and always will remain the most important thing to me under God. It is all I ever wanted, it is all I ever needed. Somehow, some way I just want to erase the invisible and start penciling in all the good around me.
Terry, I wasn’t raised in a very nurturing home. It has taken me years to get where I am at.. I don’t think we will ever be totally without certain struggles here on earth. God wants to fill the voids and be at peace knowing that we are His beautiful girls..and much loved. You are the pretty girl in the header. So cute! ps I know that somethings kind of nag at us with negative talk..whispers. We have to shut if off and speak out who we are in Christ. oxo
How do I shut it down for the most part
We have to replace it with faith based words of truths of who we are.. I suggest placing scripture on mirrors, refrigerator, etc. A really good book is Battlefield of the Mind by Joyce Meyer. She has a devotional and study guide to go with it too.satan our enemy is all about harassing and lying. He knows our weaknesses and will try to get us down and out, and we have to start telling him to go in Jesus name. God has given us the authority to do so. I would be happy to get you the book if you’d like.
Here’s a prayer
Holy Spirit, thank you for being with me, for protecting me and for guiding my life. When I face those dark nights and the enemy tries to attack my mind, protect me. I trust you and ask you to keep me in your perfect peace. Amen.
This is from the book. Then praise God for peace of mind and that you have the mind of Christ.Praise and thanksgiving break through depression and heaviness in the spirit. Do you have access to Christian music? Praise will lift the blues…God gives us the tools and we have to use them.. (:
I have seen and heard about the book you mention on her show. It looks really good. I always have some doubts or sadness but it seems since Al died I have been a mess. I anxiously await the time Joyce comes on TV. I listen and feel so much better and then later I look around my house and it feels so empty. I want my life back. I want to laugh like I used to. I just can’t seem to get passed thinking about my brother so much. I am so hoping that this move will help me so much. I don’t remember how much her book cost. If it was a set price or one of the ones give what you can. I need to move on so bad. I need out of this death mode and missing my brother
Hope you overcome your depression
Is it depression or is it still missing my brother?
Both. We tend to miss those loved ones and feel helpless to save them.
You are probably right dear friend
Terry do look into the future and live now. you mould your own future, you make the decisions, it is your life. Your past cannot be changed and you have been one fantastic caregiver. Let go and enjoy the good memories of the past. Enjoy the now, God has more in store for you!
One commenter suggested this is so strong, my feelings, because I am still grieving. I didn’t think about that. As I told her, I carry doubts once in awhile, but it seems all I see is gloom anymore. I just want this pain to be over. I want to live life again as if I was high on a swing.
I think you are still grieving Terry, grieving takes time to get through we don’t just stop, a new life is what you are stepping into, but stepping out of the old one is a big step, but Terry it is the next steps which settle us .. Everything will be well, everything.
I needed to read your words. I have always carried doubts off and on but ever since Al passed away, my life has been nothing but doubts. I am hoping you are right and once I cross that bridge into my new surroundings, things will start to fall into place. Thank you so very much
Hugs, my friend…
Huge hugs Terry xxx
Thanks Julie. Writing this post helped me so much
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