You described me in a nutshell. It took YEARS to find and come into my own. I don't know what happened to me in the 70s and 80s. I was definitely self-medicating from betrayal and loss of a dream in the making.
When I finally did seek conventional therapy it didn't work for me. But that wasn't until I hit my late 40s.
Finally in my late 50s somehow I came out of my life-long self-loathing funk. It was through deep introspection and having the courage to leave a 19-year dysfunctional toxic relationship.
Today I live my life in appreciating moments and they not to live or think about the past and all the time lost to what I describe as mental illness. I'm proof there is healing from it. And from your article you are too. Great piece.
Thanks, Patti and I'm glad to hear you overcame your own difficulties. I rarely think of those dark days; fortunately I had three wonderful children and families (both mine and his) who loved and supported us. It took leaving and another eight years to truly heal. I'm a stronger person for it, as I suspect you are too. Cheers to us! (And finally living a healthier, authentic, I-know-who-I-am life!)
You described me in a nutshell. It took YEARS to find and come into my own. I don't know what happened to me in the 70s and 80s. I was definitely self-medicating from betrayal and loss of a dream in the making.
When I finally did seek conventional therapy it didn't work for me. But that wasn't until I hit my late 40s.
Finally in my late 50s somehow I came out of my life-long self-loathing funk. It was through deep introspection and having the courage to leave a 19-year dysfunctional toxic relationship.
Today I live my life in appreciating moments and they not to live or think about the past and all the time lost to what I describe as mental illness. I'm proof there is healing from it. And from your article you are too. Great piece.
Thanks, Patti and I'm glad to hear you overcame your own difficulties. I rarely think of those dark days; fortunately I had three wonderful children and families (both mine and his) who loved and supported us. It took leaving and another eight years to truly heal. I'm a stronger person for it, as I suspect you are too. Cheers to us! (And finally living a healthier, authentic, I-know-who-I-am life!)