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Sidenote: if you tell someone they hurt you and they turn it around on you and have you second guessing your feelings or apologizing, you are being manipulated.
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Forgiveness is Essential to Well-Being
May 31, 2016
This is an update post from my May 16th post “My (ex)Abuser Contacted me Today”.
So I responded to him by asking why he’s contacting me. And he finally replied 1.5 weeks later by saying he was thinking about the past and said he understood the pain he caused me and basically apologized for what he did to me. So I asked my friend who knows a lot about this stuff (forgiveness, abusive ex’s, clearing negative energy, well-being). She’s been my best friend since I was 18 and so was there during the time I was with this man. So she understood how I felt when I told her he messaged me. She gave me a lot of good advice and so I wrote him back after another week of thinking about it. This is what I said:
“Thank you for reaching out and apologizing after all this time. It sounds like you are aware enough to understand that you caused me pain all those years ago and that you feel bad for doing so. I held onto the pain and anger and those negative feelings and thoughts transformed and paved the way for other shitty things to happen. I’m not saying that my relationship with you was the one that started all the bad. I had a lot of anger and hurt inside already long before I met you. While our relationship was by far the worst, it certainly wasn’t the only thing that contributed to my fucked up life following that time. My twenties were chaotic in both good and bad ways and all the pain and negativity and anger I had been carrying around with me finally came to a head which caused me to examine my life. Through diligent self awareness and growing as a person I came to understand a lot of things in my life. I believe that forgiving people who’ve hurt you in the past is essential to well-being and to truly live at peace. I also take responsibility for anything I did to you or if I hurt you in any way. This was 11 years ago and I’m sure we both changed a lot since then. I no longer resent you or hate you and I’m no longer angry with you. I am bigger than that pain I felt a decade ago and I forgive you.”
So that’s it. From this point acknowledgement for my response would be great but it’s not necessary. And there will be no continued contact after this. It wouldn’t be beneficial to either of us and I still don’t trust him. Just because I forgave him doesn’t mean everything's fine now between us nor does it mean that I trust him.
As you probably gathered through reading this story, it took a very long time to come to this conclusion. It wasn’t easy but I feel it was necessary. I had to do this for myself and I wasn’t about to let this chance of closure slip away by simply blocking it (i.e. blocking him on Facebook). It was time to let go of that pain and resentment. I’m really glad I did and I feel lighter already.
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Here’s my story! I’m sure some of my followers are curious as to what I look like any maybe would like to hear my story in my own words in a form other than written.
My (ex) Abuser Contacted Me Today
May 16, 2016
My abuser contacted me today. I'm still in shock. “Hi Leeanne, how have you been?”. What do you say to that? Why is he contacting me? What should I say? What should I do?
Here’s the story:
11 years ago I was in a relationship with a "man" who was emotionally, verbally, physically, and sexually abusive to me over the course of 1.5 years. I eventually got out of the relationship and charged him. I wrote a massive victim impact statement that outlined everything he did to me and how it affected me. I was suicidal and got to the point where I didn't care if I died because my spirit was gone and I was a shell of a person. I still have vivid memories of how that felt and it’s such a horrible feeling. I felt like I was trapped on the bottom of a river and life/happiness was passing overhead and no one knew I was down there at the bottom slowly drowning and no longer caring I was drowning. Here’s a photo of me during this time.
It went to court, I was strong and went. He had been in jail remanded for a few months at that point. I was prepared to take the stand, say what happened, face him. But that didn't happen. His lawyer talked to my lawyer and the police officer who helped me through it all came to tell me that either I accept that he get 1 day in jail (due to already being in jail it would count towards it) and get charged with assault causing bodily harm (not domestic and not the sexual abuse) OR continue with the trial in hopes of him getting more jail time and have domestic violence and sexual abuse put on his record. My victim impact statement wasn't enough. Lack of evidence. The police officer told me that my character would come into question by his lawyer. And because I had a history of self harm then my victim impact statement would be thrown out. I didn't look credible. I appeared crazy. So I chose to just have him charged with assault. I was 21 at the time and wasn't strong enough to fight my way through defending what happened to me. I wasn't strong enough to try to prove I wasn't crazy.
So he got one day. Because he was already locked up for a while so they said that time went towards this charge. I'm pretty sure he just had to go back for the night that night after court. Maybe a few. I can't remember. All I remember is that the serious shit isn't on his record. But the serious shit is in my memory. Forever in my memory.
He fucked up my head (mentally) for years after. He moved to a different province thankfully and I had a restraining order against him. But even though he was far away I was still greatly affected for a few years. I still have the physical scars, still feel weird/triggered by some sex stuff, and still have vivid memories of specific violent episodes. I'm ok with remembering stuff now and I'm not mentally affected by him anymore which is good. Enough time has passed.
He was crazy. Antisocial personality disorder. Or a psychopath. Unsure which one he would fall into. Maybe a little of both? Either way, he's a dangerous person. Over the years I've tried to look him up online. Not to contact him (fuck no) but to see if he lives in my city again (I'm still afraid of him), to see if he's still alive (ya never know), or to see if he killed someone or was in trouble with the law in another way. But he uses two names. And I could never find any information on either name. So he moved away and I cut him completely out of my life and cut off all contact with him 11 years ago. 7 years ago he messaged me on Facebook. Something like “ hey I haven’t spoken to you in years and hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I ever hurt you”. I remember very clearly the moment I looked at my phone and saw his name and a message from him. I was sitting in a payday loan place (I was on the verge of being homeless yet again) and I ran outside to read the message. My boyfriend came out after me to see what was up. I was shaking really bad and crying and basically in the midst of a giant panic attack. I didn’t write him back at that moment. I slept on it. I asked a few people what I should do. And of course, these people who care about me said to block him, don’t respond, tell him to fuck off, etc. But I felt like I needed to tell him what he did. Because I felt that he didn’t think he did anything wrong. So a few days later I responded to his message. I outlined in great detail everything he ever did to me. I was very mad. I kept asking “Do you forget when you....” and “Do you think it was ok for you to ...”. I’m sparing you the details of my abuse story. I don’t think it’s necessary to go into detail really. Just know it wasn’t all my fault. In the beginning I fought back, in the beginning I coaxed him into fights. But after a while I realized that he was scary and stronger than me and fuckin crazy so I knew to not ever fight back. To not say no. It was easier to let him treat me like he hated me than for me to fight back. He slowly brainwashed me into thinking he was the only one that cared about me and I felt like I had no friends left. And I was too afraid to tell my Mum. Until the day I finally had enough and I left and went straight to my Mum’s house and told her everything.
So I wrote him everything that day 7 years go. I told him to never contact me again. And I blocked him immediately. I didn’t want to hear his response. I said what I had to say and didn’t give a fuck about his thoughts on the subject. He never contacted me again. Until today just a few hours ago.
Thankfully I have someone I can talk to about this situation. I asked her today what I should do. I don’t want to ignore him this time and I already said everything I had to say 8 years ago. I have nothing else to say. Other than I understand why he did the things he did- he’s mentally unwell. The whole forgiveness thing is strange to me. I can forgive him yes but doesn’t mean I think what he did was ok. But I think that if I tell him I forgive him he’ll think that. And that’s not ok. So I asked this women’s advocate friend/teacher/mentor who I’m lucky enough to have as a contact. I don’t want to use her real name so I’ll call her Sandra. Sandra understands domestic violence and everything involved. I told her that I still feel like I need closure- due to the fact that I still google his name. I never heard his side of things. The only side I heard was from 11 years ago when he’d write me from jail saying he was sorry but then also calling me names. But 11 years have passed and I gotta admit- I’m curious. I’m curious about his side of the story now that so much time has passed. And I’m curious on his location for safety reasons. There’s no way in hell I would ever consider reconciling with him or being cool with him. But I do want to hear WHY he contacted me. WHY. I have no sweet clue why. To apologize? But why me? Why now? I can guarantee he’s had many girlfriends after me (he’s a charmer and reasonably attractive) of whom he’s abused. Sandra suggested that maybe it’s because our relationship was the longest and maybe he felt the most love and “trying to make things work” from me. So maybe he’s reaching out for reasons related to that? But what I thought almost immediately, and Sandra says this too, that maybe he’s trying to make amends. AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) and NA (Narcotics Anonymous) have making amends work as one of their steps but so does programs designed to help abusive partners try to rehabilitate from being abusive. Apparently in some provinces if a man is charged with domestic abuse he can be ordered by a judge to go to this program (for 3 months for example) that helps abusive men try to stop. And part of that process is reaching out to people they’ve hurt. It’s my guess that he’s either in AA, NA, or a program like this and this is what he’s doing in contacting me. And me having gone through the steps and reaching out to people in MY past who I’ve hurt, I completely understand this step. And I’m willing to hear him out. It might seem strange that I’d want to do this for him. But even though he hurt me in so many ways, I still want him to heal IF he’s in a situation where he’s trying and truly in a place of brutal self awareness. (I highly doubt there’s a chance of him getting better and never raping or beating up another partner- Sandra told me the stats in Canada are less than 1% of an abuser being fully recovered). So hearing him out and letting him talk to me wouldn’t just be for him- It would be for me too. There was always so much mystery and sadness surrounding the memories I have of this man. Maybe this is my chance to end it once and for all.
Failing is Not an Option
"Failing is not an option". Its good to know this and it's also scary to know this. It's good because it lifts me up and makes me feel like I just gotta take it one day at a time. But it's scary because I know I'm "not allowed" to fail. Because it would be selfish. So fuckin selfish. I'd walk in that bar I just passed and sit alone and have a huge pint. I'd be doing it only for myself. And in turn, I would hurt people. And, yes, myself too. Being a sober person is generally great for me. But every once in a while it's very very very hard. Like at this time of year when I'm finished classes next week and I'm graduating soon. The majority of my class is out partying right now. Having a lot of fun. Together. Happy. Fun. Bonding. And I can't do that anymore. Makes me feel isolated. Yes I certainly was welcome to come out with them and it was a respectful environment and all that but yeah, I can't. It's WAY too hard. I feel like I got punched in the stomach. I'm craving the drunk again. Bad. But I know this feeling is only temporary. As is everything. ODAAT
I don’t Know What I’m Going to Do
(This isn’t proof read. I just had to get it out of me)
March 24, 2016 (2 years, 3 weeks sober)
Sometimes I get huge surges of relapse thoughts that consume me. Happening now all from listening to a song reminded me of my drug days. I’ve had a few of these moments today and I feel so much longing and so much disappointment when I realize that those days are gone. I miss going out and getting drunk and smoking and getting fucked up. I miss being around friends and bonding. The “real” kind of bonding that happens when you’re all drunk together. I miss dancing. So bad. I miss feeling confident and awesome at the bar. I miss getting drunk and feeling the music flow through me. I miss feeling fucked up. I miss all the good. I miss my friends. I miss parties. I feel somewhat isolated and lonely sometimes.
the only thing that’s keeping me “sane” is school and the distractions that brings. I don't’ know what I’m going to do when I’m not in school anymore and my school friends are gone. I seriously don’t know what I”ml going to do. I’ve been doing this for the past 2 years. aNd before school I was in the “school prep” “course” and before that I was in very early (3 months sober when I got to the prep course) recovery so I was focused on that.
I”m so afraid of the inevitable depression. sometimes I think I”m going to relapse in the next year or two. Sometimes I know I won’t. Sometimes I am determined I won’t. Sometimes I know I will. Sometimes I want to. Sometimes I don’t want to. It’s so fucking hard. sometimes.
Sometimes I feel like things are just on pause. Like school and turning my life around. Like this whole turning my life around and finally doing the right thing is actually just a temporary pause. Because it’s a different feeling on this side. Pre sobriety I felt full and chaotic and colourful and young and pretty and either intensely happy or intensely sad or intensely mad. Now I feel old and not so pretty anymore and sort of lame sometimes and either leveled out or sad or angry. Yes, I do feel calm and genuine happiness and peace and I finally feel worth something. So I guess that’s what I should focus on. Cause this transition (can i even call it that anymore? It’s been 2 years...) is what I’ve wanted for so long. To finally be doing something with my life.
I know I can’t go back out. I know I can’t drink again. I know I can’t smoke again. I know I can’t do drugs again like I used to. And I don’t want to get bad again like that and fuck my life up. But can’t I learn to do it the right way? Other people can!! Why can’t I?! Am I that fucking broken FOREVER?!
I miss going out for a few drinks with a few of my bestfriends (L & L). We’d get together and talk and catch up then have an amazing night together where we probably got too drunk. But it was ok and it made me feel alive.
Now what do I do? I stay home and fucking waste away. Sometimes I feel like I”m going to explode but I don’t know what I”d explode from cause there’s nothing but boredom in there.
I really do believe in the benefits of drinking with close friends and bonding. That’s a thing isn’t it?! Why can’t I do that anymore. cAuse I fucked it up and now I”m not allowed to ever drink again.
I miss going to a pub alone and writing and drinking and feeling happy inside. Sometimes it’s good to feel tipsy right? Why does altered states have to be bad? Cause I over did it. I abused it. And I did the right thing with putting a stop to it before I ended up doing the unspeakable. I get it. I’m glad I quit. I don’t regret it- I’m so much more happier now. I just really really really miss it sometimes and have little moments like what I’m having right now.
How I Did It
October 6, 2015
Even at 1 year, 7 months sober I still feel my brain and thoughts positively changing with each passing month. (So when they say it keeps getting better it really does!!) I didn't have an idea of what sobriety would be like but I certainly wasn’t expecting continued change this far into it but it is a pleasant surprise. But does that happen to all recovering alcoholics? Unfortunately not. At least that’s what I gather through my readings, research, and observations.
When people ask me how I did it- how I quit drinking then 6 months later quit smoking- I can’t really give them a simple answer. Although in my head it’s a very simple answer. Something clicked. I was trudging through life, on a constant repeat of fall down/get back up (half way), doing whatever I wanted (aka hurting people and being selfish), hating myself, playing the victim, and smashing through life as the months turned into years and I realized my fear of being worthless was starting to become reality.
I was constantly saying yes to myself. I thought “you only live once so do whatever you want all the time”. Want to eat that entire cake? YES. Want to cheat and lie? YES. Want to smoke this entire pack of cigarettes in one night? YES. Want to drink wine out of a gatorade bottle alone behind a gas station before you walk into a house party because you hate who you are sober? YES. Then came the night I almost ended it all. Then came the morning after I almost ended it all. And I thought to myself NO. Fucking no. If I keep saying yes to everything I wanted to do I’d just continue being a lazy fuck up. Having no boundaries in my twenties was fine but at some point you really have to start telling yourself no. It builds character and gives your life direction. Plus when you take your head out of your ass you really start to see what’s really going on.
Of course you have to love yourself and treat yourself and be kind to yourself. But not all the time or you’ll turn into a spoiled, ego-centric asshole. Or maybe not. Maybe you'll just turn into someone who looks like their life is functioning but really, it’s in shambles either mentally, emotionally, spiritually, or otherwise. For me, it was a little of both. Actually no, it was mostly the selfish clueless jerk and a little bit of the functioning grown up. And maybe it’s just me (but I don’t think it is because I see it in others occasionally) but I realized that totally giving into drugs and alcohol sort of stunted my emotional development and maturity. I was a friggin’ basket case when I was constantly saying yes to myself. Did I have a personality disorder? Probably. Was I extreme in my emotions and reactions? Oh yes. Was behaving those ways productive for a happy and balanced life? Gawd no.
So what do you do when you’re stuck? Whether you know deep down inside or not that you have potential and you're worth saving- you are. One of the hardest things I ever had to do wasn’t the act of no longer consuming alcohol. It was understanding and utilizing self-awareness. You gotta cut the bullshit. You gotta hit that 180 point. No time for crying (even though it’ll happen, and that’s ok as long as it’s alone and as long as it’s quick!), no time for excuses. You gotta seriously look at yourself, at who you are, at what you do, how you think, or else you’re screwed. It takes a lot of time and practice but with dedication (to a better life and way of thinking) and perseverance you can do it.
Besides the internal “sick and tired of being sick and tired” total mind overhaul the other hugely important aspect to recovery is support. You really need a good support system. Even if it’s just a few friends who are rooting for you. For me, I was lucky because I had a boss that could see I was in pain and she tried to help. The morning after I drank for the last time I woke up at 2:36pm- 2.5 hours late for work. And not just late for work, I had to open the store and there was a cruise ship in that day so I probably had the company lose out on hundreds of dollars. My boss knew that wasn’t like me and so when we had a meeting a few days after she brought with her AA pamphlets, brochures on NS Mental Health Association, and detox programs. I called one of the numbers on one of the brochures and scheduled my first meeting with an addictions counsellor.
I then met with my addictions counsellor once a week for a few months which helped a lot. She gave me guidance, resources, and was full of information and support. I also started going to AA, started a cognitive behavioural therapy group (through mental health services), I was meeting other alcoholics through AA, I got a sponsor, my boyfriend was incredibly supportive, my mother, my best friends, my other friends, my family, etc. I surrounded myself with supportive, good people, and I avoided those that didn’t support me.
I also avoided going to bars and avoided hanging out with friends that only ever wanted to drink. I wasn’t ready to be around drinking for a long time into my recovery. It was (and still is) really hard to distance myself from the people I really admired, respected, and enjoyed. But I had to- at least until I was ready. And that’s ok, a lot of people don’t even notice you’re not at the bar every weekend after a while. Which isn’t a bad thing- we all have our own lives and shit. No hard feelings, we’re all just doin’ what we feel is right or what we need to do in this moment.
Distracting yourself with new projects or goals helps immensely too. Luckily for me, I went back to school at the same time I stopped smoking. Going back to school changed my life so drastically that it was easy to forget the obsession of drinking and smoking. I had so much to do and so many new things to look forward to. I surrounded myself with support, started reading everything I could on alcoholism, addiction, mental health awareness, and success stories. I didn’t want to hide anymore. I didn’t want to be in denial anymore. I had a problem and I needed to fix it.
You also have to understand that you’re not untouchable. You will have weak days, just like you will have strong days. That’s human. Understand that relapse is always just around the corner and it can sneak up on you when your’e not looking. Sure I’m sober and in recovery now but I’m not a saint and I always have to be on the lookout for negative thinking that could start to pull me back into the cold soft arms of addiction.
There’s a difference between blindly charging into avoidance vs. wholeheartedly plunging into recovery. That difference is self awareness and dedication to a better life from the inside out. White knuckling it (AKA dry drunk) does not promote longevity and inner peace. Sobriety and recovery are two very different things and it’s my hope that the ones that need it will fully embrace recovery and actually start to heal.
For anyone interested here are the books I read in the first year of recovery that helped me a lot:
Alcoholics Anonymous (“Big Book,” 4th ed.) (2001).
Bourne, Edmund J. (2005). The Anxiety & Phobia Workbook, Fourth Edition
Dowsett Johnson, Ann. (2013). Drink: The Intimate Relationship Between Women and Alcohol
Fieldy. (2009). Got the Life: My Journey of Addiction, Faith, Recovery, and Korn.
Levine, Noah. (2004). Dharma Punx.
Mathews Larson, Joan. (2001). Depression-Free, Naturally: 7 Weeks to Eliminating Anxiety, Despair, Fatigue, and Anger from Your Life.
Tolle, Eckhart. (2004). The Power of Now: Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment.
18 Months Sober- Happiness, Optimism, and “God”?
September 2, 2015
A year and a half sober. It’s crazy. And school starts in one week from today- my last year of college. My boyfriend and I are moving in together this fall, and we’re doing awesome. I’m so in love and so happy. The only shitty thing is that I’m now 164 lbs and I’m used to being 140 lbs. Quitting drinking and smoking then eating whatever you want and barely exercising will do that! I’m actually gonna do something about it once school starts though. I’m not happy with my body and wanna be back to normal.
So I haven’t been to AA in like 2 months and it’s actually great. Can’t believe I’m actually saying that because AA is the reason I made it to one year and AA is what contributed enormously to fixing my warped thinking. But a few months ago I realized that going every week was starting to be a bit of a trigger for me. I was starting to rationalize drinking again socially. I know I can’t do that any time soon (or ever? idk, but definitely not for at least another few years). But I was fantasizing about it more and more. Then going to AA and thinking about and hearing about drinking for an hour a week was starting to get to me. Then coincidentally my work schedule changed which caused me to work Monday nights (my home group meeting time) so I missed a bunch of meetings. Then I just stopped going and stopped feeling guilty about it (took a long time for the guilt to go away).
I also didn’t like that it was sort of expected of me to believe everything was “gods will”. If it happens then it’s what’s supposed to happen or if something doesn’t happen then ask your higher power for it. Like I wasn’t in control of my own life? I have to rely on a higher power every minute of every day? Yes, I understand that higher power really just meant to listen to that voice inside of you that knows the real/right way of thinking and being. But I just couldn’t get over the god talk. I tried so hard to get over it and to block it out. To replace it with “higher power”. And it worked for a long time. But then it just started to bug me.
I understand that “praying” is really just positive thinking. And it really does help. Positive thinking I mean. But stop saying it’s “praying” and stop saying you’re “leaving it up to God” or “by the grace of god”. I just can’t forget about reality (my reality) long enough to feel like there is a god directing my life. What I believe is that there is a global/universal consciousness that we can all tap into. I believe we can communicate telepathically with all living things whether it be just by feelings or by thoughts or by just knowing something is right. So will I be thankful when things are going good? Of course! But I’m giving myself the credit. Because I had the strength and knowledge to go through with it and stick with it But I won’t give myself all the credit no, because my friends and family help immensely. And maybe that universal light was looking guiding me? Yeah, idk, that doesn’t sound right. Probably because I didn’t believe in all that god talk for the past 31 years of my life so it can’t just happen overnight. And I can’t fake it man. It just feels weak.
That Feeling. 1 Year, 2 Months, 21 Days Sober
May 24, 2015
There’s many reasons why I haven’t relapsed yet. One is because school saved me. And my real friends. Mainly my bf and my Mum. But the biggest reason is because I don’t allow myself to be around old friends. I don’t allow myself to be in situations that make it uncomfortable/sad to be around people drinking and having a good time.
I feel like- well not like something is missing. Because I’m very happy. And my life is so incredibly different now. What I feel sometimes is like there’s something pent up.
I quit smoking just over 8 months ago so I’m quite sure this pent up feeling has a huge part to do with that.
Like when you finish eating you smoke. Or when you’re about to make a phone call you smoke. Or before you go to bed you smoke. Or when you wait for a bus, walk to work, take a break, relax. You smoke.
But then you take that away. Granted, you feel amazing and you can finally breathe, and you never want to smoke again. But you notice something that used to be a big part of your life is now gone.
Like when you finish eating you drink. Or when you’re about to make a phone call you drink. Or take a bath, or socialize. When you go to a wedding you drink. When you want to relax you drink. When you celebrate. You drink.
But then you take that away. Granted, you feel amazing and you can finally breathe, and your life isn’t hanging by a thread anymore. But you notice something that used to be a big part of your life is now gone.
Yes you have to learn to replace those cravings, replace the need to consume toxins with healthy alternatives. And I fucking have. I finished my first year of college with honours, I’m a very valuable asset for a huge company with a seller reputation for my work term, I’m still living alone, paying all my bills, being a good person. Repairing the relationships I damaged when I was using. So I’ve been doing all the right things. I’ve found new coping mechanisms. But I guess I missed something along the way.
But did I? Maybe this is what happens after a year of sobriety. I won’t relapse. I’d lose so much I’m not willing to part with. But it’s still hard sometimes.
And what I mean by hard. No I don’t fight with the urges to go to the lc (what we call the liquor store where I’m from), I don’t fight the urge to go out and get hammered. What I mean by “its hard” is the feelings I have. Longing. I miss certain feelings. It’s like I’m grieving an old friend who died March 2nd, 2014. I miss him a lot but I don’t want him back. Cause that’d mean he was a zombie risen from the dead and that’s never a good thing.
March 2, 2015: 1 Year Sober Today! (photos on the left are when I was at my worst, photo on the left is on my 1 year anniversary)