So I did what most people do and languished in a job I did not feel supported in, found as much solace in the people who were terrific around me, and looked for opportunities that made me happy. Parts of the job were delightful, but those too became less so. As the opportunities and joys shrunk, I became more angry at myself thinking that I'm a bright person, I should be able to fix this.
Should.
That word has illuminated almost every time in my life when I have been mean to myself. Magical thinking is what they call it in psychology - believing that one event happens caused by another event without a causal link. I'm smart so I can fix this. Nope. So how do I end the languishing? I quit. I remove myself from the situation that's causing me distress. Then I move toward events, people, and things that make me happy.
First, I have to forgive myself for making choices that I thought were the best for me and my family that turned out to be ugly and painful. I don't need forgiveness from those who hurt me, I need to forgive myself. This is the beginning of my healing. Yes, I still have anger, but I don't have to wallow in it and make the ugly a badge of honor. I'm thankful to hand the ugly to the wind and move into the parts of me that I enjoy to heal this wound. Forgiving myself is actually harder than I thought, but doing so is necessary. I feel lighter than I have in a long while.
Copyright 2018 Dr. Heather Corwin