New Year's Resolutions

 

I have been thinking about the incoming year, about the outgoing year, and about what would be the best sorts of thing to try to resolve to achieve in the new year. Here is the list I've come up with so far:

• Clean my apartment up so I can once again have visitors, watch movies, play games, have a member of the fairer sex over, and otherwise just have a functional living space again that is not a mess simply constantly reminding me of all the things in my life that are backlogged, clogged up, or a problem to be waded through. A clear space will help by providing a refuge from the list of piled up woes and a place to work on them (or on other fun things when I need that) instead.
• Get my financial house in order. Take stock of where I am, pay the bills I can, plan a schedule for dealing with the others, and get my tax situation truly in hand. Admittedly, this is a huge task (not logistically, although that is a non-trivial element, but emotionally because of the panic attack/anxiety/instant emotional disregulation I get whenever I attempt to work on this). This task is critical, but it is also very hard since I have to unwire my brain's pattern that triggers the panic or despair when I go to face this task.
• Slowly work at the post-traumatic trauma that I have with a professional helping me. There's a lot of hurt, sadness, loss, and fear tied up here and I'll have to poke at it in chunks to avoid being completely overcome. I don't expect this effort to be easy and I do expect it to mean I have to spend a bunch of time alone processing or just trying to rebuild myself or distract after having processed some of this painful stuff. I know that processing it is the only healthy path and the only path to putting myself into a better place for my own sake and for the sake of any relationship I'd ever like to have with anyone.
• To meditate more and breathe (misogi) in order to help calm my physical, emotional and spiritual selves.
• To try to be in the moment when doing something fun with friends so as to be able to enjoy the event in the here and now rather than fretting about the future or bemoaning the past.
• To continue to help the friends I have who are going through tough times as well as I am able while respecting my own currently reduced capacities. The instinct to help and to try to alleviate suffering is always there, but I have to respect my own limits so that I can effectively assist in the places I choose to try. If I try to do too much, I won't be able to do anything useful for anyone and won't do my own health any favours either.
• To love my friends, my family, my furry friends, and all of the wonderful kids I know with an open heart and with an allowance for their need to be unique and follow their own paths to their choice of a future. I need to continue to have and to share my warmest feelings but I also need to be able to allow those I choose to care about to choose their own paths and to develop into what they need to become rather than what I need them to be. Hopefully, they can do the same for me.
• To continue to lose weight. I'm down from 258-259 to 218.6 now. That's about 40 pounds down so far as a result of more physical activity, a somewhat reduced caloric intake, changing my diet away from carbs and dairy, and perhaps a little bit of a side effect of illness (that part not so hot, I understand). This is more weight loss than I have ever managed on a diet or diet plus excercise program I have ever tried (and I have tried many) and I am not on any diet. My target weight right now is 200 pounds. I should probably get down to 165-180 according to the BMI folks, but I'll be happy getting back under 200. I bought my first size M piece of clothing in decades recently.... and my recent business suits are falling off me as are many pairs of pants, I'm punching holes in belts, and XXL shirts hang way too lose on me!

My old friend Wally is likely to be euthanised and given his final peace on Monday. We must be kind to him in his fading moments as we were to him in life and not prolong his life selfishly simply because we will miss him so very much. He has been a great companion, a kind soul, and he deserves whatever kindness we may return.

Wally, I am glad to have had you as part of my life.

 
 

A Fading Friend

 

Wally the Cat, pictured in his sweater in the left column of this blog, is fading. He's down to 7 pounds from 11, is mostly skin and bone, isn't moving around much (although he did come to see me when I entered the Hopetown house yesterday) and he's very ginger and slow moving. The vet believes it is liver cancer and he's basically got a few days, but that was a few days ago and he hung in through Christmas Day (thankfully).

Wally came to us as a stray, obviously dropped off at the neighbouring farm. He was our first long-haired cat. He was covered in cow manure and needed shorn to get rid of the tangles and caked on manure. But even on the first day, it was obvious he was a gentle soul; He got up that first day on my chest and I felt like I had a small furry soul-brother. I still do. He's been there when I've been jilted, depressed, suffering from loss and trauma. And the thought of losing him is a sad one indeed for all of us at the Barclay household.

Once can console oneself that he was given a good life, good care, and lots of love - all true. But that won't fill the void he'll leave when goes. When you sit and stroke him, you just feel the stress and hurt ebb away. He's that sort of an animal - one that helps you let go of your pains. Mom, Dad and I will all really miss him.

Christmas is a special time where we think of friends. I have so many I frequently can't see all of them as frequently as I want but they are all in my thoughts. I've had many furry ones over the years and Wally has been a true friend through thick and thin. The great blessing of my life are the wonderful people that have populated it and shared of their kind hearts with me. It's at times of great loss that we think of all the others we care about who remain and remember to tell them that we care about them and are grateful for them.

Well, if you are one of my friends, you should know that I am thinking of you, I am grateful for your friendship and I wish I could be better a friend than I am able to at times. I hope that our friendship continues for many, many years to come.

 
 

The Origins of Fear and the Memory of Trauma

 

In exploring some of my unprocessed trauma from the various health problems and close calls in family, I've discovered some interesting things.

I have discovered that I remember Dad coming into my room to tell me the OPP had called and Mom had been in an accident. I remember the entryway into the Almonte Emergency. I remember seeing Mom with all the fresh traumatic injury, bruising, broken bones, blood, and bones sticking out where one should never see them. I remember the team of docs all up and over my Mom trying to get the bleeding from her nose stopped to prevent exanguination while keeping her breathing.

What I don't recall is the drive in to Ottawa following Dad in the ambulance that night. I don't recall the hours waiting while she underwent emergency surgery or the conversation with the surgeon. That just seems not to be there or isn't accessible.

I remember taking care of Dad's leg for four months while Mom was in the hospital. I remember dealing with the dressings for the gory leg 3-4 times a day. I remember the pain that went on and on and nothing touched, the pointless trips into Emergency in Perth and the trips that didn't happen because of despair and the agony, and I remember being asked several times to get a gun for Dad so he could end the misery. And looking back, I remember never being able to cry or breakdown because he needed me, but being so heartsick and wounded by how much pain he was in and how helpless I was to do anything much for him.

I remember how the infections and the pain would trigger his heart and everytime he had a bad bout of chest pain, you didn't know if you needed to take him to the hospital or it would just end right then and there. I remember the dread and not being able to allow myself to breakdown from the horror of it because I was needed. I remember the helpless, hopeless feeling and the fear of losing him, of Mom losing him and then probably going herself, and of me being alone.

Even writing this few paragraphs, trying to be strictly factual, I can feel the tears lurking at the back of my eyes, the iron fist squeezing my heart, the tightness in my chest, the shallowed breathing, the nausea, and the churning in my stomach. It's not easy to even briefly revisit or touch upon, let alone to actually open up and process.

The fear of being not able to cope in a big, cold, lonely world is with all of us to some extent. For my part, I never had any siblings. My Mom had to have dual mastectomies when I was maybe in grade 3 or 4 and she had about a 10% chance of making it outside of six months. I remember having to be strong about this, but I believe I was in shock and that shock simply masked a great dread and fear. I never had a role modelling of how to experience and process the fear, the sense of loss, the deep grief, and the fact I'm probably non-neurotypical and process emotions more deeply as a Highly Sensitive Person (neurologically, I'm not claiming any special gift of emotional sensitivity for the most part) meant I really needed that sort of guidance more than most.

Then, as a teenager, social situations were so uncomfortable (as in the sort with girls) and I was a four-eyed, uncoordinated chubby kid with acne, sweaty and stinky to boot. So I just sort of retreated into books and science and fiction and other sorts of things. I've never went to a dance with a girl or woman. I've never went to a prom or dance with a female with whom I've been in a serious relationship. Sometime at University I realized I had an interest in the fairer sex, but realized how retarded my development in the mechanics of pursuing this was. I also realized I was busy failing out of my chosen life-path, so I really wasn't in any position to offer anything good to anyone else. So again, I shrunk back. So I was alone in one very significant sense through some of the most traumatic parts of my academic career.

As an adult, I dated. But my passage through the work world has been a bit bumpy; I work hard and do good quality work, but I've let myself work too hard and burn out. I've failed to push back on excessive overtime demands and I've sacrificed myself for an illusionary "Team" as portrayed by HR staff. So even here, I wasn't in the best place to be starting successful relationships. Some were fairly lengthy, but that just made the trauma at the end worse. In a bunch of cases, it was someone picking another co-worker over me after a time (good for the self-esteem) and in the last and most heavily emotionally invested case, it was someone picking no-one over me (self-esteem Hiroshima).

During these times, my folks were going through their health crises too. And I was left alone at nights, very lonely and miserable, with plenty of time to do nothing but think about the prospects of having to face the next grinding day and fearing I would not have the energy because I was pushing myself too hard because everyone seemed to need that from me. I also had to face that I was growing old alone and that people were choosing loneliness over me. That fed my already existing fears of ending up alone and desolate.

I can't say exactly what the fear has cost me directly. The fears, the trauma, some of the behaviours stemming from this, and the enervation of energy as a result of all of this have definitely cost me some success at work (the success I have had has been perversely limited by how hard I've pushed myself getting there), in relationships (bringing fears and an emotionally unsettled mindset to a relationship tends to unfairly burden a new one) of all sorts, and has cost me money and health because of depression and just not having enough energy left to cope with necessary things (bureaucracy particularly sucks the life out of me).

I've learned that once you are in a fragile state, everything takes far more energy to initiate. Fears make the prospect of even opening a tax folder or calling RevCan for some critical piece of paperwork a huge effort because first you have to overcome the nausea and the panic. And then when you do reach out for help, like to an accountant, and they can't or don't bother to understand your difficulty, you've expended so much energy even to get that far and it collapses, you tend to not be able to face that file again for a bunch more time because you just can't muster the courage/energy/whatever. So things languish and the situation worsens and you don't respond to things and so it goes in a spiral and the people who are supposed to be helping you get mad too because you aren't able to meet the same expectations as everyone else.

I have simple taxes, yet I struggle to get them done. I don't understand them and my accountants have been little help; They may be good accountants but in terms of managing to meet my needs (email communication or phone calls, no snailmail, having them do mostly everything including talking to RevCan for paperwork, etc...), they have been a disaster. But giving them the boot and finding a new one... I've tried several times by asking others for some recommendations, and that too has failed. And thus, things languish. It has never been about the money. It's about the fear and ignorance and the massive effort it takes just to reopen this file each time.

I have many loving friends, but at night, I'm still alone. The touch of another human being, even just to hold hands or for a hug, makes a huge difference. We all have this sort of need, but due to the fears of abandonment and being alone and due to the years of being so awfully alone, this is a huge thing for me. It makes living alone a real trial. However, that said, being in that state makes any relationship a trial since other people can't be accountable for meeting your emotional needs; That sets up an unfair pressure on them but also it establishes a dependence. So that's something that needs a lot of work, but doing that work when fighting that deep aloneness daily is slow, hard work.

I can and do perform excellent work. But I need to not be exhausted, not be afraid, not be stressed out to the point where a little work stress leaves me wiped out or willing to do anything the employer wants just to avoid uncomfortable situations. The fear of being alone from watching parents fight and from the near-loss experiences and the anxieties about that constant risk has bred a critical aversion to fights, even necessary ones, and I've allowed myself to be used as a doormat and to be exploited at work. The employers may have had some responsibility, but I allowed it to happen because the anxiety of the conflict to stand up for myself was too great because of that awful trauma and fear lurking inside.

Now, this all sounds really awful. I know that. In one way, if you look at the years gone by, the places I stumbled or wasn't able to succeed, the ways I beat myself up for every failure far more extensively than any external critic could, etc. then you might say it is pretty awful. But what was awful was being in the states of fear, stress, loneliness, heartbreak, and exploitation without having any idea why or any idea that it could be fixed to allow life to continue in a whole-hearted fashion that was healthy and sustainable and to know that there are ways to defuse the fears.

That knowledge makes a huge difference. It's the difference between hope and hopelessness. It's the difference between judging yourself as a not worthwhile person and a failure and understanding that you went through awful times that scarred and damaged you and the face-plants you did along the way were inevitable consequences of that damage, rather than a judgment on your worth as a human being. That difference is the difference between being in the deepest, coldest, loneliest blackness and being in a room to which you know there is a door from which you can see fragments of light and hear happy sounds and which you know you can walk towards, feeling better as you go.

I have two friends in a life-long fight with Post-Traumatic Stress. Their stories make mine seem positively trivial. I would not have survived what they have endured and certainly would not be doing as well as either of them are today. They both go through periods of doubting themselves, of two steps forward/one and a half back, and of feeling poorly about themselves and being unkind to themselves. This is some of the legacy of the sorts of things in their past that did them harm. They sometimes can't see that every day they are on their feet and functioning, even a little bit, is a victory of large importance. They sometimes can't feel that they are as incredible as they are. But to me, each day I struggle with my stuff, I look to their example.

I don't look to that example because they don't have bad days. I don't look to that example because their every decision is some fantastic ideal of success or progress (unrealistic as such a thing would be). I look to their example because they both face the world with kindness, compassion, and with the intention to try to heal and to get back on the best footing they can without giving in to anger and without giving up. Bad days go with their sort of experience, but the miracle is the days they manage that are good and the way they keep moving ahead, growing, learning, and working to be whole again.

That's where I find my inspiration.

I will have bad days, I will not be the person old patterns still try to convince me I should be (an unrealistic one, people-pleasing, trying to meet all external needs and expectations, ignoring my own needs and limits), and I will have times the fears make me sick to my stomach. I will have times I feel really lousy about what a lousy friend I've become or lousy child of aging parents. All this is true, but I can still move forward despite the failures, I can still heal, I can still try to build a better life inside me and outside me and with the people who care enough to understand and come along. That's a powerful source of strength.

A friend once said to me, and I hold it to be very important:

Those that Mind don't Matter, those that Matter don't Mind.

Discovering Your True Self

 

It amazes me that one can live with oneself for decades and not see some things inside oneself. We have myopias in certain areas and they exist for a variety of reasons, many of which are a low-intelligence form of self-protection our brain uses to try to protect us, albeit in ways which are more focused on the short term at the expense of the long term.

I have recently discovered that I may have a fair sized well of unprocessed traumatic stress. I have been through repeated health scares with my parents, some very gory, some with repeated ongoing life-or-death stresses and fears for months or years, and some involving me providing front line care. I thought dealing with this was just surviving it, but I have learned now that all the emotion that needed to be processed may have ended up down inside in a large well of grief that now feeds accelerant into today's emotionally challenging situations, like gasoline on a fire.

This sort of deeply buried emotional trauma is the kind of stuff people with PTSD have sustained (I suspect mine is lesser, but that's a pointless distinction since it still has functional impacts on my life that I wasn't aware of). This sort of stuff is also something individuals will inevitably have a hard time dealing with and processing on their own without a proper therapeutic intervention because it is triggered by emotional shocks that literally overwhelm our existing ability to cope. It requires the help of a third-party, ideally a well-trained one, to work through and process. I'm guessing it's more challenging too when many traumas have added up and when years have elapsed with this stuff buried deep.

The amazing part to me is I have been reading a lot of books about Trauma lately and have even read lists of symptoms that would qualify people for a PTSD diagnosis and there with things on those lists I had experienced, but when I read those lists, I hadn't the faintest mental connection of my life events to those listed causes. I just didn't have any reason to suspect these tough times I had survived had left an emotionally destructive tumor inside me, I thought they were through, passed, over and done with, no longer anything more than a historical footnote. I NEVER imagined they might be a problem in the here and now.

I made some great progress on self-esteem, on getting out of my mental pit about relationships and my ability to have them, and about being enough and loving myself for who I am in September. Now, at the start of November, I have discovered another area of my head and my emotional makeup that desperately needs me to do some hard and emotional work to reach a better place.

I was warned, with this work that I am undertaking, depression and euphoria and mood swings are quite likely as may be disturbed sleep or dreams. Mind you, if I am having any dreams, I don't recall them when I awake anymore (been like that for years). I am tried enough I am sleeping, though I probably need to add a nap to each day and try to sleep at least 8-10 hours a day.

This is all very positive, even if it comes with some serious work and sadness. I have been finding some fearful responses and tensions in me and even after rationally understanding they were not true to reality, I was still finding my emotional reaction very strong. Now I understand that they are being fed and are strongly tied to this reservoir of internal sadness, grief, and pain. That's a great revelation (and it felt so obvious and true when it was mentioned, I found it hard to imagine how I had not seen it but I'm told that is normal because the brain is trying to protect us from seeing that grief again even to process it).

Knowing that there is a reason that my some tensions and fears evoked such emotional depth helps a lot. I was getting quite mad at myself for knowing the fears were not based in current reality ('what is') but still not being able to keep the emotional reaction appropriately mild or short-lived (or even to respond rather than react and not have the feeling reaction based on those fears).

Now that I understand there is something internally (big well of unprocessed grief and fear of loss) dumping gasoline on the fire (the fears), it feels like I will be able to work my way to a point where this deep reaction becomes a much more limited reaction then finally to a thoughtful, chosen response. This means there is a very positive outlook for taking overblown and stressful responses from relatively minor relationship bumps. That's a great relief to me and it will also allow me to be kinder to myself and not be mad at me for not having all of this in hand already.

Unrelatedly, I'm down to 220.8 pounds from a high of 258.0 pounds. My next goal is 210 pounds, then 200. If I can get down on the low side of 200, I'll be quite pleased and it will be much easier on my joints and facilitate activities. I'm already happy to be down to 220! My most successful diet ever only got me to 218 so I'm only two pounds off my record success and this one is coming a lot easier. My mom had a similar thing happen to her at 35 (I'm a bit slower apparently) where she just found it not so hard to take the weight off unlike the times before.

Learning yourself and helping heal yourself isn't the easiest path, but I'm already seeing the benefits and I am looking forward to the work.

 
 

Freedom, Hope and Being Okay

 

Today, in the pre-dawn hours, after days of soul-searching, learning, thinking and talking to myself, with the help of professionals and a group of close friends willing to share and to allow me to expose my vulnerability and to expose theirs, and after months of intense emotions, surprising life developments, heart-rending pains, amazing discoveries and teachers, and memories that are indelibly etched into my mind, I made the greatest discovery of my life.

I discovered that the help of some very special and dear people whom I love without reservation had helped loosen a logjam or to crack the grim face of a mental mountain to allow the avalanche to occur. That river, that avalanche... that was the path to a place I never even imagined. The last two months have seen revealed to me things about myself that I was never able to say nor believe that were absolutely extraordinary.

The place that I had never imagined being I will name Freedom. Others may call it 'being enough' or 'radical acceptance' or 'finding inner peace' or 'knowing yourself'. For me, it will always be Freedom because the wonder I felt upon reaching this place was that I knew that I was free of a black pain and grief that had lurked within me for as long as I can remember.

I know that 'I will be okay'. Whatever comes in the near term future, I am absolutely sure I will be okay.

That does not mean I will not feel sadness where it is justified and genuine, nor that I will not have down spells or recidivist days. It does not mean I have the answer to every situation or problem.

It takes intense work repetitively over time to fully pave over unhealthy pathways. It takes understanding ones own needs and boundaries and understanding how to weed those gardens and to recognize personal limits. These are learned skills and there may be some further faltering.

I have recognized my fears: of loneliness, of abandonment, of unworthiness, of being a bad or horrible person, and of being inadequate to deserve or to ever be able to attract true love from someone with whom I wish to spend a life and whom I value and with whom I feel a deep spiritual and soulful connection.

I have recognized my needs:

• a great and overly intense need for emotional connection and deep emotional contact and belonging (everyone needs connection and belonging and love, but my needs were driven by my fear of ending up alone and my prior experiences being abandoned or hurt, leaving me so needy and agitated that I could not protect those around me from that need and the hurt it caused),
• my need to be able to love someone and be loved back which also was overly emphatic (driven by my fear of not being worthy of love or able to find it in this world and by my fear of being a horrible or bad person),
• and my need to recognize the great pool of unaddressed grief, pain, and emotional upset pooled within me as a result of failures of prior relationships and my acute sense of the pain and harm I have caused others I love and have loved.

I have recognized my low self-esteem and the difference between the rational knowledge and analysis wherein you recognize you are a decent, good person who means well, works to make the world a better place, who has integrity and honour and who has compassion and a great desire to help his friends and family and the emotional realization that one is enough as is (but may still pursue self-improvement) and is worthy and lovable and capable and worthwhile RIGHT NOW.

I have recognized patterns of thinking within myself that I have picked up inadvertently throughout life which have brought me and those dear to me pain and sadness:

• The excessive and relentless self-criticism that comes with trying to be perfect and to achieve some model of moral, ethical, emotional, and practical capability that is in both unhealthy and not realistic,
• the absorption of all negative emotions at the end of relationships and the directing of them inward in guilt and blame and shame,
• the self-dialogue and dialogue to others that was non-reflective of my heart, of my life values, and of my regard for the people around me,
• the tension in me that was driven by my fears and anxieties but which itself then exacerbated hurts in a feedback loop that would spiral out of control,
• my unconscious tendency to minimize my fears, the fears of others, the pain or grief I felt or others felt, or to try to fix every hurt in those I cared about in a desperate fashion when they were simply looking for some healthy support, empathy and understanding,
• and the pattern of soldiering on, of keeping up appearances, of holding myself to some notion of what an independent and competent person should be capable of regardless of how the deck was stacked at a particular moment and of not being able to see and accept who I am because I was too busy trying to be who I somehow thought I should be and thus failing to respect my own needs, sensitivities or heart and allowing this to also hurt those around me.

These patterns reinforced and stoked any fears and overly accentuated needs. I was not attending to myself and I could not understand how to do that. I would keep on going, I would survive, but it would be breathing and working and going through the motions, not whole-hearted and loving living.

I have recognized the need to own these things and have been able to make the emotional step within myself to own my pain, my grief, my needs, my fears and the patterns that have taken me to so many unhelpful and dark places. I have been able to release some of the anxieties and fears that were consuming me and to attenuate and reduce their power over me. I have been able to understand and accept that I need not follow the old harmful patterns and have started work to pave over them with new ones that are healthy and sustainable.

I have achieved this through the Love shown me by others, particularly one special person. Through that person, I was shown that I can be loved deeply, fully, for who I was at that moment, and that that love could be sincere, intense, strong and true.

Despite other troubles in the life of that special person that were legion, that person could and did connect with me, speak to me in ways I could never speak to myself, work to help me improve myself and be a better friend or partner for anyone, and to fight ferociously for what was between us with courage, intelligence, wisdom, skill, passion and compassion. There was a life-changing sharing of deep vulnerabilities and previously unspoken truths that could only happen in a safe, deeply loving environment between kindred spirits.

Other close friends have helped me and shown that Love by allowing me to share my vulnerability and by allowing themselves to share in return.

The net effect of that Love is that I have been forced to acknowledge I am lovable as I was (flaws and pains and all) and as I am and that I could find love and could be allowed to love whole-heartedly (as much as I was able at the time) in return.

That special person particularly and those other friends have given me a gift that combines the greatest aspects of epiphany, love, compassion, courage, whole-hearted living, deep connection and transformation. Joy has transformed me and I know that I can live whole-heartedly with continued work and self-esteem.

I am now able to:

• Feel my interior pool of grief, to experience it, and to own it but know that I can let it go as it is no longer necessary or helpful to me,
• own my fears and realize many are not founded on fact (I am lovable and can be loved and can be allowed to return it) and begin to seriously dent their power to compel behaviours not in line with my values or wishes and thus to reduce inadvertent pain dealt to those dear to me,
• own my own needs, recognize many of them and can work to identify the rest, recognize where further learning is required to figure out proper healthy boundaries and the maintenance of same, and to absolutely know that I can and WILL see to those needs for my own self, but in doing so will make myself a much better friend and partner and will be capable of living whole-heartedly,
• feel joy in my friends, in myself, for myself, and in my family without worrying about trying to be somebody living up to an artificial standard or who needs to achieve particular milestones to be loved,
• recognize the patterns of my behaviour which have been hurtful to me and others, to own them, and to begin to reshape them, to release the most hurtful and least useful,
• recognize my harsh inner critic and understand that the way I talk to myself and those around me has been damaging to me and to those around me, and recognize that healing this is both a requirement for myself as well as for the sake of those I care about, and to know that I don't need this criticism to be a whole and worthwhile person people can love and who can belong and love someone in return,
• to reach a peaceful place inside where I can exhibit patience, where I can listen to those who matter intently and actively, where I can talk less and hear more, and where I can focus on hearing the entire message (not just the words or sentences) and on responding carefully and with compassion and in an effective passion, and where I can just 'be' in the moment more often, quiet and enjoying myself, my life, and people I care about without having to fill the air with chatter driven by my fear I am not worthy of love,
• I know that whatever may come in the near term future or the long term future, I can love my friends unreservedly and believe in myself - I AM ENOUGH now and I will continue to work to solidify my gains, will work to share my joys, and to support and and show Gratitude and Love with those around me in a healthier fashion

I am not sure what a Christian religious experience would feel like (I don't think that is what happened here). I am sure that what I have experienced and the liberation, joy, and abiding love and gratitude that I have experienced make the word profound look grossly inadequate.

I do feel like an Angel has blessed me with wisdom, love, and a path to self-esteem and to letting my pains and hurts fade and to changing my self-talk and importantly how I interact with those around me to support them, love them, exhibit true compassion and care while attending to my own needs. I could not have made this progress without that and it is both an astounding lesson and a sign of the strength, heart, and soul of that special person.

There may be some particular things ahead that will bring me sadness, but I have found a way to also find a great joy in them, however they turn out. I will be able to take a joy in whatever comes knowing that it is the right thing and that the people I care so greatly about will be okay and that I will be not just okay, but absolutely fine.

There is a great sense of Freedom and a great Hope in casting off fears, in admitting you are lovable and can be allowed to love with a whole-heart, in learning to expose vulnerability and to connect deeply, in realizing you don't need to beat yourself up to be a good and worthwhile person, and in knowing you can learn ways to talk to yourself and your closest companions in more affirmative, helpful and supportive ways.

There is a great Joy and Gratitude in knowing that special people cared about you and care about you and have helped you recognize your true self.

There is also a great humility kindled by the unexpected breathtaking wonder of life and of the most special people in my world.