If you have ever needed to grieve something that happened to you, you already know how that grief owns your every emotion. One moment you are crying, the next you are angry, the next you are laughing over something that is hardly funny and on and on. Our emotions are on edge–all of them and one just can’t seem to control any of them–they just show up and one might wonder where in the world did that come from?
When I went through my years of PTSD therapy I needed to allow myself to grieve what I would never let myself admit–how much the hurt had damaged me. I had always said that I was stronger than all of that abuse. Only when I did admit that the damage was real and that I was not stronger than it did the healing begin–little by little. As I work with those coming for help through counseling, I find this pattern over and over in the lives of those coming.
This morning I just can’t get this grief off of my mind and just how important it is to help others find the healing and learning God has in store for us through the process of “grief to freedom”. So many times we get to the level of facing it and becoming angry it happened and then we bury it all over again not wanting to admit just how much it controls us. Oh, how well I know this cycle! It can’t be rushed, it just has to be found no matter how long it takes. I was 59 before this started for me. By that time my counselor told me “I was ripe for the harvest”. All the previous help I’d had only woke me up to the depth of the hurt. I still wanted to not believe the depth of ownership it had over me so I’d temporarily bury it again.
The amazing thing today is how God has taken all of those abuse memories and made them tools for His use. I can talk about them–yes, I remember the pain, but it doesn’t own me any longer. This is the miraculous healing God offers each and every one of us. And then, only then, can we let our mess become God’s message as is taught in Celebrate Recovery.