As the pain, the rage, the depression, and the intrusive thoughts slowly subside and I come gasping into the present time, feeling like I am waking up from a horrible nightmare.
The deep pain has lifted and I am able to live in the present without my past waylaying me. However, I feel a deep sadness, a hollow pain of the loss of my PHANTOM Life. That yearning for what should have been to what is.
I know I did my best to survive, the abuse, alone and confused. Running, escaping, hiding, pretending, grasping at any straw I could grapple at.
However, shaking that feeling that maybe, life could have been better had the people in my life behaved more decently and kindly. The abuse bored within me an abyss of inadequacy, helplessness, and codependency. The trajectory of my life changed from confidence to struggle.
And as I emerge from the confusing, dark cave of trauma. As I breathe the present air of healing and piece together the fragments of my wounded psyche, I continue to ache for my PHANTOM Life.
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