“I eventually discovered that my friends would play an indispensable role in helping me release my emotions. I could not do that portion of the work with a therapist. Paying a therapist seemed to put a barrier between us when it came to releasing my emotions. The therapist's role was to help me attach my symptoms to their source memories, but when it came to the most painful and difficult process of allowing myself to feel, it fell upon an amazing assortment of friends to help me with that difficult work.
“God created for me an unusual path to healing. I have discovered that many others who have experienced what is now commonly referred to as "Dissociative Identity Disorder," speak of the all-absorbing involvement of their therapists. My case was quite different as my therapists, though they served valiantly and professionally, were not the whole answer. In my case God inspired some of His humble, untrained followers to do an amazing work on my behalf. Even though I was horrified of "airing dirty laundry" in front of my friends and neighbors, and would never consider doing so, God had other things in mind.
“Even though I knew that God had prepared certain "outside" people to participate in my healing, that knowledge did little to alleviate my vulnerability when it came to opening up to these friends. In my heart I just knew that I was unlovable and had no interest in having that fact confirmed by a "friend" who might reject me. My inner five-year-olds were especially troubled by the idea of sharing my pain with outsiders.” (My Tears Fall Inside, page 66-67)
I will share a poem by the five-year-olds in my next blog on Monday.
It is very frightening to let someone into your private world, but if you are suffering, it is sometimes absolutely necessary in order to heal. If you are suffering, take a chance and reach out for help. Sometimes people will disappoint you, but many times they will surprise you with their love and acceptance.
“God created for me an unusual path to healing. I have discovered that many others who have experienced what is now commonly referred to as "Dissociative Identity Disorder," speak of the all-absorbing involvement of their therapists. My case was quite different as my therapists, though they served valiantly and professionally, were not the whole answer. In my case God inspired some of His humble, untrained followers to do an amazing work on my behalf. Even though I was horrified of "airing dirty laundry" in front of my friends and neighbors, and would never consider doing so, God had other things in mind.
“Even though I knew that God had prepared certain "outside" people to participate in my healing, that knowledge did little to alleviate my vulnerability when it came to opening up to these friends. In my heart I just knew that I was unlovable and had no interest in having that fact confirmed by a "friend" who might reject me. My inner five-year-olds were especially troubled by the idea of sharing my pain with outsiders.” (My Tears Fall Inside, page 66-67)
I will share a poem by the five-year-olds in my next blog on Monday.
It is very frightening to let someone into your private world, but if you are suffering, it is sometimes absolutely necessary in order to heal. If you are suffering, take a chance and reach out for help. Sometimes people will disappoint you, but many times they will surprise you with their love and acceptance.
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