The Road to Healing begins with Hurting.. Session 4


Last weeks session was pretty intense.  We discussed my homework assignments for the week.  The worksheet was to write about something that had happened, my thoughts about it and how it made me feel.  This was the assignment..

My homework for this past 2 weeks is an ABC worksheet.  A is to write about something that happened.  B. is “tell myself something.  C. is “I feel something”  The example given is A. I build a porch and the railing comes loose.  B. “I can never do anything right”. C. “I get angry and kick the railing.  I also feel down and sad because I can’t do anything right”

Are my thoughts above in “B” realistic?  “No.  It wouldn’t hold up in a court of law, because I do SOME things right”.

What can you tell yourself on such occasions in the future? “There are some things that I do all right.  It is not true that I “never” do anything right”

One of the things I wrote about was something someone said to me about my outfit.  My first thought was “It doesn’t matter what I wear I’m never going to look good in anything.. I’m never going to be accepted”.  My C answer was I had felt angry to the point I wanted to inflict physical pain on this person.  Then I felt fat and still out of that “circle” that I can never quite get into.   As we discussed this she started asking me how it was my fault on how this other person thinks or feels.  She reminded me that this particular person is always criticizing me, no matter how hard I try or what I do so why would I ever think that anything I wore would be good enough for him?  Pointing out the obvious is something that I truly need to either learn to do on my own or have people close to me do this for me.  Help me to retrain my brains way of thinking things through.  To try to stop blaming myself for every thing that has gone wrong for me.

The next thing we discussed was a problem that always comes up in my life, money.  Being financially strapped and in turmoil it makes it very hard to not stress and to not argue with my husband on a constant basis.  I do not believe “Love is all you need” crap.  You need money.  The lack of money makes it difficult to pay your bills, celebrate anniversaries and birthdays, take family vacations.  People will tell you that “You can do free things together, take a picnic or a walk together.  Make something new for dinner together, write a poem or watch a movie together as a family with popcorn.  Those are all great things, but year after year of doing those things, they get old.  Sometimes you want to go out to a restaurant that doesn’t have a value menu, or stay over night in a hotel on a beach just to watch the sunrise in the morning from your balcony.  Anything other then the free stuff.  Anyways, that’s kinda off the topic but a little bit but it will explain it.  Because of life our bank account was less then it should have been and I lost it.  My first thoughts were “here we are again.. I’m not one of those girls, I’ll never be one of them.  I’ll never be able to buy what I want or need, go on family vacations, do what I want for my kids.”   My C part of this was at first to feel defeated.  I’ve worked so hard for so many years and I’m getting further and further in debt.  I went to college and put myself $24,000 + in debt w/ student loans I’ll never be able to pay back.  I screamed and yelled at my husband how I’m sick to death of it all.. then I felt like a failure all over again.

As we discussed this she started asking me more and more questions about why I feel certain ways and the water works started.  The more I talked the more upset I got and the more I had to fight to hold the tears back.  I blurted out that I don’t feel like I’m important.. important enough for anyone to listen to, to love. My boss treats me like I’m the dumbest most horrible person he’s ever employed.  My first husband didn’t think I was important, my second either.  My current husband loves me and I know this but most of the times I feel like he’s not hearing me.  He listens but doesn’t hear.  I feel like no one has really heard me in years.  She started asking me if I truly felt this way, that I knew my kids couldn’t survive without me and they thought I was very important and that even though my husband may make mistakes, he thinks I’m important too.  But I don’t feel it and I haven’t in forever and until I learn that I am important to myself I won’t feel important to anyone else.

My next assignment, that’s due today has been the hardest yet.  I had to write a detailed paper on the rape sparing no details.  I had to write about what I was feeling then and what I was feeling while I was writing it.  It was truly hard to do, it left me feeling dirty and disgusting and the worst, vulnerable. If you know me at all you know that vulnerable is truly one of the worst things I can feel because for me it equals being weak, being a victim and I can’t do that.  I will write about the session later this week but I will not be posting the paper.  There are some things that I can’t share and this is one of them.

National Sexual Assault Hotline – 1.800.656.HOPE

If you have been sexually assaulted, even if your not sure because you might have started it, or your married to your attacker and by being married you think it’s not rape.. please call them.  There is help.. and even if you are married… NO MEANS NO!


2 thoughts on “The Road to Healing begins with Hurting.. Session 4

    • Thank you. Yesterday’s session was the hardest yet. It brought up such raw and exposed emotions that I never dealt with. It made my body hurt as bad as the day it happened. I keep telling myself that when I get on the other side this will all be worth it..

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