I've struggled with all of this emotionally- starting with the reading of the GRACE report and continuing through the first several months of participating on this forum. I allowed myself some time to spend away from the forums- still read pretty often, but not commenting nearly as much. That seemed to help. It was consuming me, and I knew that could not be good either. I had to keep reminding myself why I was here (at the forums).
Yes, insomnia, feelings of guilt, isolation. I began to feel I had been part of a cult and was breaking away, so there was some grief there too.
In regards to grief, after I lost my daughter in 2008, I began to look at my life, and realized I had spent a good deal of it grieving the loss of my parents (to the demands of ministry), the loss of my family (to a system), the loss of innocence (from having to grow up too soon, abuses, etc), the loss of a "normal" life, whatever that is. This grief, like any grieving we do, has a lot of physical manifestations too.
Interestingly, I didn't begin to see the physical signs of grief in myself (having always considered myself a rather happy, bubbly person) until someone I know shared with me that her husband had said he never saw me smile, that I always looked sad. I was surprised, dismayed, somewhat indignant when she told me this, but I started thinking about it, and realized that although I may have put on a brave front that some people fell for, others saw through the mask to the hurting person inside.
That's when I decided to stop pretending and to just BE sad if I was sad, to be angry or cranky. In effect, I gave myself permission to be me. Interestingly, this only happened when I was no longer surrounded by family or friends from my past, and was, instead, in a setting where people wouldn't know my history unless I told them, and they didn't have any expectation as to how I should be. How refreshing that was! Now, these same people are my faith family, and in many ways, are the family I never had. They've walked the "valley of the shadow of death" with me and stood by my side. In turn, healing began to creep in and I began to smile more, but this time, it was a reflection of my inner peace, not a mask to protect a broken heart!
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