Note: anyone who is a “non-Wayward” who would like to share with me any observations, support, or otherwise via PM, I am sincere in saying I welcome hearing what you have to say.
Regarding this thread, I have reread my posts, and your replies, numerous times now. And I’ve pasted into a word doc on my computer the ideas, observations, suggestions, and experiences from you fine folks that, at this time, have resonated with me the most. I will keep that as a reference tool. It has been a good exercise in coming to grips with just how far detached I have become from my inner self and reality, in pursuit of craving, like a drug, those “fantasy kibbles” myself and my AP, both so broken, fed each other when we weren’t busy farting rainbows.
It is humbling to see my sad and broken self as others see me, and if I’m willing to take to heart what is being shared I DO have the opportunity to find, and finally nurture, the “good, decent, caring and loving” me that I’ve been so unwilling and afraid and too selfish to let shine through. The opportunity to begin to dismantle the distortions of self I’ve so carefully created, and so tenaciously clung onto, is waiting for me whenever I choose to start the work. This thread vividly pointed that out to me, and I know I’m not supposed to say it, I appreciate every word posted, even the few that had a component of gratuitous glee.
I understand many here have seen and heard 100’s of “Insta-Epiphany Cheaters” chomping at the bit to fix themselves and all of their messes…like, you know, YESTERDAY…and who sooner rather than later fail. I am going to try, with all the humbleness and sincerity I can muster, to be one of those cheaters who does, somehow and some way, make it. One who does find a path toward living an authentic life. My spouse, children, loved ones and friends deserve that of me. Most importantly, I deserve that of me and can’t deliver it to anyone else until I find it in myself.
My first steps on this journey required me to do some things I have difficulty doing: saying “I’m hurting” and asking for help. My post first post on this board was, in some way, a cry for help. A selfish, misguided, delusional one, but better than nothing at all. In just a few short days I’ve felt relief from some of my self-torture, and more importantly…hope. And I'm trying to make a start:
-I’m now in IC for the first time in over a decade.
-I’ve told my spouse she can retire as my mommy, my therapist, and my guardian angel…and if I need to process anything regarding my xAP - I’ll burden my therapist or you guys.
-I’ve gotten a few books that are recommended and which I’ll be reading.
- I’ll be utilizing this site as a place to post about my fears, frustrations, confusion, and hopes.
-And of course, much more needed and to come.
Am I riding the pink cloud…obviously. I’ve been there before in my recovery from alcoholism and chemical dependency (almost 19 years now). I’ve been there as I recovered from cancer (talk about the mind and reality playing tricks). And I realize I’m there now. I’ll choose to embrace my pink cloud. Beats dark, gloomy clouds of delusion I was staring at when my head was stuck up my ass. Thanks again.
[This message edited by JustDesserts at 10:23 AM, June 29th (Saturday)]