The Power of Acceptance

“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”   ~ Viktor Frankl

This quote applies to so many of us who deal with PTSD. Whether your trauma is from war, physical attack, abuse or any of the numerous situations humans go through, we often feel helpless in the face of our darkness.

Viktor Frankl, concentration camp survivor, knows this all too well. It’s difficult to think of a situation more helpless than being in a concentration camp. Any person who is held against their will and subjected to horrific losses of human dignity has suffered beyond that which we can fathom. And how astounding is the human spirit that comes to realize in that instance, the only power we have is within our own mind.

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You may be thinking, “Wait, I’m the victim here. Why should I have to change? Why should I be the one who has to do all this work? It isn’t fair.”

You are 100% correct. It isn’t fair. It is what it is. The trauma happened. We didn’t have a choice in that. But we have choices from this point forward. We can choose to spend our time thinking about how unfair it all is. We absolutely have that option.

Or we can set about accepting what has happened, and move forward in our healing.

But acceptance can sometimes be the place we get stuck. The muddy quicksand our mind will not move from. Why is acceptance so difficult?

Sometimes, it’s simply that accepting what happened makes it real. Once you truly, (and really, and awfully) accept that this trauma happened to you, it can be terribly frightening. It leads to thoughts about the world not being a safe place for you. It leads to thoughts about how to make certain this never happens again. It leads to thoughts about how you have no control or power in your life.

That is huge.

No wonder we are reluctant to accept. There’s fear beyond that. However, notice all of those fears are thoughts. And thoughts can be changed. This is where healing begins.

I went through this struggle with acceptance. When you’ve had a fairly “normal” American upbringing (meaning no major horrors, abuse or neglect), it’s difficult to believe you’ve been assaulted. Each morning, I would wake up and wonder if it actually happened. Each morning it was my first thought. I went over it again and again. I wanted to go back in time, to lock my patio door securely, to do whatever I needed to do to make it un-happen. I was so afraid to accept that it had happened. I was also afraid to do what it would take to heal. What if I wasn’t strong enough? I turned to God again and again for that strength.

There is such lovely and simple wisdom in the Serenity prayer. It should be a PTSD mantra:

“God give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

The courage to change the things I can – this starts with our own thoughts. Our thoughts often require a warrior chant to beat them down. But we know, through practice and now science as well, that our thoughts are entirely our own choosing.

And this, my friends, is where we start to reclaim our selves.

This is often quoted, but always bears hearing again:

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly. 

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There is nothing my holiness cannot do. 

~A Course in Miracles

Still Beloved

Victoria McGee

August 30, 2015

 

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Memories ~

Memories. Hopefully, we all have good ones. Some of us have traumatic ones. What do we do with those?

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One difficult thing for others to understand is that you just can’t think, rationalize, or therapy your way out of PTSD or any trauma. (Although all those things help.) There is an anatomical cellular, subconscious memory you have to deal with as well. For instance, I was awakened by an intruder at 4:15 AM on May 15. Every night for a month I woke up at exactly 4:15 with a start. Every month after that for a year I woke up on the 15th of the month at 4:15 AM. Often I wasn’t aware of the date until after I awakened. After exactly one year, it stopped. Some years it randomly happens again. (Usually if Iʻm already stressed or fearful about something.) So our conscious mind is only one piece of the puzzle. Our subconscious is another story!

Recognizing and accepting that these memories are going to happen does a lot to disempower them. If we spend our time being afraid of recurring memories, we give them more energy. We need to transmute that fear to other emotions. When you have one of those bad memories, thank it for stopping by and then turn your mind to other things. Sometimes you have to distract your mind like a toddler. Look at this instead. This is not denial, it’s coping.

My healing journey was unique to me, as yours is to you. I forgave too quickly, then had to drudge it all up again to get to the anger that alchemized the fear. For me, it took almost a year to get to the point of realizing that the rapist and the memory of what happened was winning. It was keeping me from sleeping, from living alone, from enjoying my life to the fullest. I had been minimizing my anger in an attempt to be a healthy person – forgive, love your enemy, etc. But I came to realize that the anger would be a necessary part of my healing. As I said, the anger alchemized the fear. Burned it up. Turned it into action.

Anger is a slippery slope however. Some people with PTSD become addicted to it. It is the only thing that takes their numbness away. But if you’re stuck in the anger, your trauma is still winning.

Don’t let it win.

As George Herbert said “Living well is the best revenge.”

I often think of this as I walk through this life. When I first held my son, when he hugs me now as a grown man, when something makes me laugh till I cry, feeling so full of love I could burst. I win. Me.

That’s a gift, isn’t it? Treasuring life and those around you. Immense gratitude. I’m not sure I would have become who I am if I wasn’t living to self-construct, rather than self-destruct. Not that I don’t still have those memories to deal with. But they have so much less power – partly due to the passage of time, and partly due to prayer and what I choose to focus on.

Iʻve been watching a new show on the USA Network called “Mr. Robot.” (http://www.usanetwork.com/mrrobot) It’s about a hacker/vigilante and it’s really interesting. This past week the main character, Elliot, was talking in his head about computer bugs and what he said was a powerful metaphor for what happens to a human who has survived trauma. He said, “The bug forces the software to adapt – evolve into something new because of it – work around it or work through it – no matter what, it changes – becomes something new – the next version – the inevitable upgrade.”

So yes, you’re not who you were before, and you didn’t ask for it. But it can be an upgrade, rather than a crash. You adapt, evolve, change, and become something new. Never look at that new self as damaged – look at it as a deeper and fuller self.

Ask the Divine for help. These simple words from A Course in Miracles can be so healing: “I am as God created me.” Say it to yourself all day, every day. You are beloved. Keep loving yourself and those around you. It will get better.

 

Victoria

 

 

You Are Still Beloved

Welcome to my blog – Still Beloved

Hereʻs what I hope to make this place:

Still Beloved is a place where those of us with varying degrees of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder can journey together in our quest to heal – spiritually. A safe place where we will discover the gifts available to us in the midst of what seems like darkness.

Sound good? Good. Glad youʻre here.

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PTSD – what a gift! Right? We didn’t ask for it, but it’s here. So how can we make the best of it?

I’m Victoria McGee and I have what might be considered a unique way of looking at PTSD, but it might help you get your life back. Because I see it as a gift. Well, now I do. Of course, I didn’t at first. But it has become an integral piece of who I am. A crucial stone in my foundation.

And although it’s almost hackneyed now to say “we’re here to learn lessons” – “you can learn from any experience”, etc. the thing is – it’s true.

Am I glad I have it? Of course not. We would all much rather go our whole lives without experiencing ____________ (trauma – rape, war, abuse, floods, hurricanes – fill in the blank). But we did. And though we don’t have a choice in the trauma we experienced, we have a choice immediately after. Let it rule us, or let it be a catalyst for self-discovery and growth of immense proportion. Both choices are hard. But it isn’t difficult to make the choice once you see it as choosing either self-destruction or self-construction.

I have PTSD because I was awakened in the middle of the night by a stranger who attacked me. It is a horrific thing for anyone to endure. Iʻm glad that I was 28 and had access to rational thinking. My heart goes out to young victims who have only feeling and instinct.   I went through the normal stages of shock, numbness, and disbelief, followed by a constant state of fear. It took me almost a year to get to rage, which is an important part of climbing out of the pit. But then you have to leave it behind.

Healing happens in stages. Then surprises you by needing more healing (a month or several decades later).

I will use this blog to talk about some of these stages, and how your faith, whatever it may be, can truly set you free.

Iʻll be sharing

  • my journey and how Iʻm healing
  • the journey of others I know, read, and respect
  • what the experts say
  • how the Divine plays a key role in your healing
  • paths to forgiveness
  • encouragement, love, and hope

I chose to call this Still Beloved. Some might think it implies that at some point you were not Beloved. I believe with my entire being that we are all always Beloved. That nothing can separate us from the love of God (whatever you choose to call your Divine Source). I also believe that we, as humans, go through times of feeling not worthy of being Beloved. That is when we need to hear “You are still Beloved. “

Notice the gifts. Choose to self-construct. You ARE still beloved.

Leaving you with a poem by the indomitable Helen Keller:

They took away what should have been my eyes

                  (But I remember Milton’s Paradise)

They took away what should have been my ears

                  (Beethoven came and wiped away my tears)

They took away what should have been my tongue

                  (But I had talked with God when I was young)

He would not let them take away my soul –

                  Possessing that, I still possess the whole.

I look forward to your feedback, and invite you to share your journey as well.

Victoria McGee

Walk you in glory, with your head held high, and fear no evil.”   – A Course in Miracles