starting new work

I am starting a new program to help me get my financial well being under control.  It’s good to work with others to bring clarity and accountability for me.  I hope that this will help me create a balance for my financial world and I can do it for myself.  It feels better to hold myself accountable than to have a partner enforce it.  Sitting with discomfort and fear is an important part of this program.  I am trying to have compassion for where I was a month ago, when I left E.

I feel like a slowly melting candle.  I feel like I am dripping hot remorse, regret, shame and grief as the reality of my breakup becomes more real.  It’s easy to think it’s not real, especially since we are still sharing a living space.  But then there are times like today where there are things that aren’t right to say and boundaries that must be maintained.

It’s a confusing time, I am so full of hope and grief.

The next right step

I would call my engagement to E very successful.  An engagement is where you live with the intent of seeing if a relationship will be a good marriage.  Now we know.  I broke up with him before Christmas, because there are parts of me that need a lot of healing.

I love him so much that I can’t bear to heal at his expense anymore.  I don’t want to marry again knowing that there are things that I do that are harmful to me and my partner, at a core level.  He is amazing and the years we’ve been together have been beautiful and romantic.  Before we were together we were great friends.  I believe that will remain and always be true.

This healing I need to do on my own, without a partner.  I am terrified.  He and I always said to do the next right thing.  In a lot of ways, it breaks my heart to know that letting go is the next right thing.  There is also peace in it – some.

Reflection and Hope

I hope that 2012 has been kind to some.  For me, it was a difficult year.  2012 was also a year of tremendous learning, but as one of my best friends says… “Education isn’t cheap, you get it one way or the other”.

So, goodbye 2012, I don’t think I’m going to miss you.  It’s been a year of: reconnection with family, new friends, the sweetest love and saddest loss, many births and deaths and broken hearts.

I feel like I have a clear path of intent for 2013, not that I expect it to go according to plan.  But, if I get my way…  I will get a chance to work on a lot of the issues that I have been accepting and that I would really love to grow up around.

It makes sense that I would have a lot of the issues that I have especially since I grew up as I did.  I have this sneaky side to me and it comes from not being able to have privacy and living in a cult(ure) of exposure, public humiliation and forced confession.  Sometimes I feel that to have something of my own, I need to hide it.

This sneaky behavior shows up for me in food, drink, money, sex, in just about every aspect of my life.  It has affected every relationship that I have been in.  I don’t want to have this anymore.  I want to be as trustworthy as I tell myself that I am.  These ghosts that I carry in my heart and memory still harm my life, since I was programmed to give everything away.

I need to able to have boundaries and be able to move past these habits and the really destructive consequences of them.  That is my hope.  By going really deep inside, I hope that I will find the balance and healing, so that these issues can be resolved.

destinations

Being emotionally goal oriented is stupid.  Being mindful is hard.

Let me set a stage for you.  A female child walks into a room.  She knows that everyone in the room loves her.  She knows that everyone in the room can easily harm her physically or betray her, which would lead to more physical harm.

This child has to become good at quickly assessing risk.  She learns to smell who is in a bad mood and needs to be appeased.  She learns to sense when someone is irritable and needs a clever joke, a hug, a song or a dance.

She becomes hyper vigilant to survive.  There is someone always needing something.  She is taught to serve and ensure that everyone is appeased before she can relax and she is terrified that if she relaxes someone else can come in the room and be upset which will make all of her work invalid.

She is in such a stressful situation for her entire life that the part of her brain that tells her that she is safe never fully develops.  The neural connections have chosen to make other paths.  They decide to build up the fight, flight or freeze sections, because they are the ones getting used.

This child grows up and can barely tell the difference between her anxiety and her intuition.  She can know what you need, but not what she needs.  She realizes that she doesn’t actually know what people need and these survival habits turn into manipulations.  She gives what she thinks people need, because slowing down and asking them is vulnerable.  What if they need nothing or to be left alone?  What if their needs have nothing to do with you?  What is she supposed to do then?  She’s still running from the fear of pending pain and betrayal.  She feels like she better do something or something bad will happen.  Relaxation is not safe.

The only power she had growing up was in learning how to appease. As an adult, it turns into a need for control through manipulation, stemming from what seems the best intentions.  Her tool has become a weapon and she’s so busy swinging it around to make sure that she’s safe that she is unconsciously hitting people with this weapon.  She leaves damage.

I walked into a giant metaphorical mirror today.  It hurt.  Because there are places I want to go and be, finding out that I am try to pull strings and manipulate my way there is very painful.  Trying to force and cling to a desire or an outcome makes it flee.

It’s so hard to be mindful when you never feel like you’ve had the luxury to sit still.  Being mindful slows you down and makes your actions, words and feelings be present.  Being in the present helps you take the next right action.  Taking the next right action, leads you down the right path.

Seeing the end of a path and walking straight through and burning down every perceived obstacle seems to be my default style.  This is not an effective style for the person I want to be in the world.

Mindfulness is so painful and slow.  You see so much, you have to process so much, you have to care, weigh and balance so much.  Through mindfulness you can be who you want to be based on strong foundation and values.  Things bloom from mindfulness.

I wish my very scared lizard brain would start knowing that it is safe so that I can practice more mindfulness.

Because my boots are a bit singed on the bottoms.  Need to slow down, breathe, feel safe and nurture myself.  I’m so tired of running and fixing, would like to do some being now.  How can I do that and feel safe?

Saw a post on FaceBook and it inspired me…

“Goals are like magnets.  They’ll attract the things that make them come true.”  -Tony Robbins… (whoever that guy is).

Sometimes I think everything in my life is going so perfectly.  Then the carpet I am walking over is threadbare and I fall down this hole of issues.  All of a sudden, a bunch of problems in my life and my relationship just show up at the bottom of the hole.

I am in said hole.  I thought everything was fine.  Dare I say perfect?  It was amazing and exactly what I wanted.  Now I have doubt and fear.  I had a good conversation with an ex about my relationship patterns.  He said that part of my PTSD is that it makes me feel like everything is so doomed.  Waiting for the other shoe to drop.  But the sky is not full of shoes.  So I get a very tall ladder and precariously perch up shoes and anvils to drop on my head.

The I get the tunnel vision, the vision of how everything is bad, awful and doomed.  I will never be happy again.  And I can’t see that “this is hard” or “we need to work on this”.  Oh no, it’s I have done something wrong and I am being punished and I am such a fuckup that everything I touches goes away.

Then the frickin brainwashing comes into play.  A lot of it is from society and the gender roles we are taught.  But also growing up wearing a head covering and being told that we are indeed less than and must always be submissive… that brainwashing goes straight into my head.

So I go into the mode of “what do I have to do to make everything ok”?  How do I make the man happy…. Now this man has been god, the pastor, dad, teachers, bosses, boyfriends, husband, etc…  But I turn into a weepy girlbot and completely sabotage myself.

I forget that I am a thundering Leo who can wear a room.  I forget that I can speak to hundreds of people in a room and emotionally connect them.  I forget that I am strong and powerful and amazing.  No, I go straight to the “fact” rather the “brainwashing” that I need to do, say, cook, clean, perform the magical task that makes everything ok.

So, if “Goals are like magnets.  They’ll attract the things that make them come true.” -Quoted from that guy up top…

What are my goals right now?

  1. Get grounded
  2. Remember me
  3. Figure out what I want in the world and in my relationships
  4. Figure out if the options as I see them are true.
  5. Stretch, dance, move
  6. Be me so that the universal particles that are attracted to me know where to go.
  7. Hold my boundaries
  8. Love completely.
  9. Leave enough space for closeness.
  10. Don’t run away and burn stuff down.

Getting back to me is hard.  Sometimes it’s really hard to remember how to be free, powerful and happy.

Here’s to trying…

calling

Ever feel like you have a calling?  Like people come to you for a certain thing over and over through their lives.  It seems like time and time again, I give people permission to do the things they need to do.  Of course, the permission isn’t really mine to give because I am not the boss of them.  But, so many people come to me with complicated issues and together we cut through the fear and I help them gain clarity.

This is usually in a business setting.  In my profession, I am grateful to be in a position to help people really cut to the chase of their business problem which (9 times out of 10) is based on an emotion, usually fear.

I had that opportunity this morning and I feel completely at peace with the fact that this woman is now confidently walking her chosen path which (based on our plan) will give her freedom from so many burdens in one month.

A daily plan with daily tasks.  Now this would not be something that I could have done before, but I worked for years with a business mastermind group in a step by step process.

What I do for others is not so easy to do for myself.  I miss my mastermind group.  That was one of the effects of moving away.  So much gained, so much lost.

What is your calling?

One of those women

(sits for 10 minutes, staring.)

 

Hello blank page.

 

(Still sitting waiting for the page to respond.  And it doesn’t.  Guess it’s up to the “writer” to write.)

 

Ok…

 

I never thought of myself as a writer.  The only er I’ve ever been is a dancer.  Well, that’s not true.  I’ve been a daughter.  I don’t know if that counts.  Writing is scary, I am not grammatically correct.  I use too many commas.  I say “so” too much.  I’ve seen blog posts that I’ve written where every paragraph starts with “So”.  My father is an English teacher and so I think that makes me extra, super critical of my writing process and product.  Just like that old block, I am chipped.

 

But I’m writing a book now.  Who the hell do I think I am?

 

In “The Dance of the Dissident Daughter”, author Sue Monk Kidd tells a very big, little story.  She’s at a party and accidentally blurts out how in spite of women’s dedication to the church, they’ve gotten a rotten deal.  At this point in her story, she is struggling with her spiritual self and her female self and has a large internal turmoil brewing.  I’m going to quote from the book…

“A man rolled his eyes at the ceiling. ‘Oh no,’ he said.  You’re not one of those women are you?

‘What women?’ I asked.

‘You know, those screaming feminists who are always yelling about how bad women have been treated.’

‘No,’ I told him fast as I could.  ‘I’m not one of those.’  And I dropped the subject as if it was toxic waste.”

 

In these current political times, feminists are still screaming harpies.  Called slut and whore when including themselves in the national healthcare debate.  There is still a cultural taboo against a woman speaking up.  I feel that now.  Who am I to talk?  Who am I to document my story?

 

I mean… Just ask the bible, the book that was fed to me every day.

Let’s give 1 Timothy chapter 2 a gander:

 

“9.  In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with braided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array;

10.  But (which becometh women professing godliness) with good works.

11.  Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection.

12.  But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.

13.  For Adam was first formed, then Eve.

14.  And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.

15.  Notwithstanding she shall be saved in childbearing, if they continue in faith and charity and holiness with sobriety.”

 

I am a woman who wants to give warnings to the future.  I am a woman who wants to confront the past.  I am a woman who tore off my head covering a long time ago and said, NO!  I am a woman who knows that there are so many people trapped in spiritual abuse and I want to put my voice into the wind so that maybe they will hear me and find strength.  I want to take my scars and my naked vulnerability and sacrifice it so that others won’t go where I have gone.

 

Sometimes you have to zip up your gogo boots, stand tall and scream “I am one of THOSE women!”

balance

So a recent comment from one of my dear friends got me thinking.  I post a lot of negatives and bad memories.  I felt like this gives the impression that my life is mostly darkness and sadness.

This is not the case and I will try to post more positive things too.  Because if this blog is about my recovery from spiritual abuse and ptsd, I should talk about some of the amazing strides in my recovery that have happened.

This requires a shift in my mindset and being able to talk about good things in itself is a huge recovery.  And now, thanks to my friend, I feel like this mental shift is another good step for me.

I am now able to relax on my own.  Before it required cocktails to make me capable of turning down my hyper vigilance and paranoia.  I haven’t done any binge drinking since I was in Sacramento last January and now only have maybe two alcoholic drinks a month.  The change that this has created in my mental health is huge.  For one thing, it’s really helped with my impulse control issues.  I am able to work on keeping my boundaries and relax socially without chemical aid.  It’s a process and I am working on it, but I feel really proud of my growth here.

I am now able to differentiate negative feelings.  My default feelings were guilt and shame and that is very deep coding from the church.  “If something is wrong it’s probably my fault and I should feel terrible and confess.”  This was a truth whether or not the situation was real.

My capacity for emotional and sexual intimacy is so much greater because my heart and mind are learning to be calm.  This has been a huge joy in my life and something that I’ve always wanted.

I can see a future.  People with ptsd usually can’t see a future because all they see is doom or assume an early death.  I no longer want an early death and a lot of the darkness has cleared away so that I can see a future.  That future includes pursuing college and having kids.  I want to create a family with E.  Our love is so big that I now trust that a child would have a good life.  This is something that I had denied myself before because I felt like I was a toxic poison.

My move across the country has been a great decision.   Not only am I near my brother and his family which is amazing, but I’ve left many triggers and expectations behind.  A lot of the expectations were mine and I would behave according to a script of who I felt I had to be.  Now, I am completely out of context and I can be a much more authentic me.  Part of me really regrets that I couldn’t do that where I was.  But I couldn’t, I know that part of my coding and brain washing is to try to give people what they want.  But, in a lot of ways I couldn’t see who I was anymore.  I needed to see me in a new way to test out the waters.  It’s been a wonderful and totally bittersweet decision.

There are a lot of struggles but I am really tackling them and looking them in the face.  I am not as haunted as I was.  I purge a lot of that here and I am grateful for the opportunity to do so.  But my life is so much better.

Thank you for putting that comment on my blog, honey.  It’s opened up my mind in more ways I can express myself and that is something you’ve always done for me.  You have been a sister to me for so long and I am grateful that you are in my life and in my blood.

comfort

You know how you walk into a hot shower and the water envelops you and every muscle in your body relaxes?  You just exhale and you are covered in comfort and softness and just a silent moment of peace?

I got a message on my facebook from somebody I met once who made a big, sweet impression on me.  She commented about a blog post of mine, that I have permission to share.

“Hi FB! You may not remember me – we met at a party at xxxx’s house a couple years ago, and I thought you were lovely, funny and all-around awesome. You and your boyf had recently started dating, I think, and I am so happy to hear that you’re still together all this time later! I’m not much of a Facebooker, but I log in occasionally and I’ve read some of your Feisty Boots posts – what an amazing journey you’re on. Thank you for sharing it with us and being “out” about the cult abuse; you’re brave to confront the long-term effects of their conditioning and I think, ultimately, the blog will be a large part of your healing. After all, in writing it, you’re doing what they told you NEVER to do: telling the truth in public and saying it loud. Regarding the most recent post about losing your job: honey, fuck ‘em. I’m a therapist, and I’m here to tell you that PTSD will NOT rule your life forever. Keep doing exactly what you’re doing; sooner than you imagine, PTSD will revert to being just one chapter in the book of your life, not the whole book. The circumstances that caused the PTSD will always be part of your history, but the acute PTSD symptoms will recede. Until then, be as patient and gentle with yourself as you would with a frightened child. You WERE that frightened child, and since no one protected her or stood up for her when she needed it, it’s HER fear you’re feeling now. Feel it. Notice that it passes – kind of like a seizure, no? You don’t die of it. And you won’t have PTSD-induced panic attacks forever. Remind Little FB that she’s safe now; the worst is over. Only the aftershocks remain. But while you’re in this acute phase, it’s OK to avoid the things that trigger you. If you knew a little girl who was deathly afraid of churches, would you make her enter 30 of them? ‘Course not. You and the little girl inside you deserve that same kindness and understanding. Talented as you are, you’ll find other work – that’s not going to be a big issue. And I do hope you find a good therapist, someone who’s worked with trauma survivors and can help you manage the anxiety symptoms. Are there survivor websites or online communities you’ve connected with? Sometimes they can be a good source of referrals. Meantime, please know I’m thinking of you and sending long-distance hugs… xoxo”

In a cold time of uncertainty, this response made me feel held, loved and hopeful.  Thank you sweetheart.

Universal Call Out

The first time was at a mixer a few months ago.  I was talking to a brilliant, charming man in a fez.  How could you not love a guy in a fez? It was a great conversation.  I would wear a fez, but my head is far too round and giant.  He told me what he did and it was awesome.  I told him what I did, “How can that be your passion?”  He wasn’t rude, he was genuine.  I was side-swiped.  I did what I did, like Rumpelstiltskin I told him that it was.  I stomped my straw of a lie and smiled pretty and tried to sell him gold.  I felt like I had sullied what had been one minute a go a true, real, human experience.  Curses.  Gross.

Hi, I’m Feisty Boots.  I am here on this planet to use my life experiences as a means of illumination against spiritual abuse in the world.  I write and speak so that people who have been hurt by leaders and family who have claimed that their abusive power came from a divine source don’t feel alone.  I believe that the unheard victim can get back on the wheel of abuse and become an abuser and I want to do what I can to stop that cycle.  I have seen the foulest of human nature and been told that it is the love of god and having broken free from that.  I write out those experiences and that process so that others in similar situations can take heart.

That’s a scary thing to say out loud.  Wish I had the guts that day.  Yesterday I met with two people for business and ended up talking about this anyway.  They were far more interested in this.

A woman with experience is in my life and she has some great ideas, I think I will start a step at a time.  Let’s see if I can work this transition.