We've All Been There - Meltdowns
It was late 1999. I was lying - fetal position - in bed, during the midafternoon, staring at the television blankly. Tears were running down my cheek. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular - it was an overall pervasive feeling of sadness. My oldest son walked in and asked me what was wrong. I tried to make light of it, but I knew that I was sinking down into a big, black hole and didn't care if I resurfaced. I had disconnected. At the urging of my family and friends, I went to a counselor who assured me that depression, apathy, carelessness about appearance and meltdowns were normal reactions to divorce. It may seem silly - how could I not know? - but being told that it was a temporary situation, rather than permanent, was a great relief.
It was late 1999. I was lying - fetal position - in bed, during the midafternoon, staring at the television blankly. Tears were running down my cheek. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular - it was an overall pervasive feeling of sadness. My oldest son walked in and asked me what was wrong. I tried to make light of it, but I knew that I was sinking down into a big, black hole and didn't care if I resurfaced. I had disconnected.
At the urging of my family and friends, I went to a counselor who assured me that depression, apathy, carelessness about appearance and meltdowns were normal reactions to divorce. It may seem silly - how could I not know? - but being told that it was a temporary situation, rather than permanent, was a great relief.
What I Learned
My counselor taught me that taking my power back was the ladder out of the hole. Acting "as if" I was in control and could make choices would aid the recovery. Acting "as if" I was motivated and had energy would help me get back into the living. I learned to go through the motions "as if". My kids went from being concerned that I was crying - to wondering if I was crazy because they could hear me speaking out loud to myself. "Terri, what would you like to do now?" "I think that I would like to take a walk", I would reply. "Okay, let's do that" and off "we" would go! I learned that dance made me feel alive again. Endorphins shook loose as I thrashed about to "Hit Me Baby One More Time". The only problem was that I had to stand on the high bathroom vanity countertop to gain a full view of my dancing style in the mirror. During one especially frenzied movement, I took one step backwards too far and fell off. Ow. That hurt! I then descended from the bathroom vanity onto the floor and imagined "us" (me and my pretend future boyfriend) dancing in a bear hug or with my right hand extended. This was lots of fun but the downside became apparent when I went out on my first dancing date months later. It was a lovely restaurant with a three piece band. I enjoyed this particular man's company but was so sad when I realized that he had two left feet. We stumbled and butted up against each other for a better portion of the evening. He finally turned to me and asked me to stop leading!! I was mortified! I said, "I'm sorry. My only partner for the past 10 months was my imagination and a mirror..." I learned that getting together with my neighborhood married girlfriends and laughing was incredibly helpful. They gave me the opportunity to feel like part of a group rather than a single, isolated person. We never dwelled on the divorce situation - nor did I want to. I had a divorce attorney and a counselor with whom I discussed it enough. My girlfriends and I still talk about the one snowy afternoon which we spent together at my house. They were escaping from their kids who had been granted a snow holiday. Each carried down a bottle of wine, which we drank, as we laughed, and danced; stuck decorative balls from my cocktail table's centerpiece up our shirts and placed do-rags on our heads....total abandon! I didn't "get over" my depression, but I learned to conquer apathy through self-will and self-talk. I read daily affirmations every morning. Well, actually, I didn't just read from one book - I had SEVEN! Yeah, it was a pretty deep dark hole from which I needed to recover. My books were Faith in The Valley, Finding Strength in Difficult Times, The Language of Letting Go, Journey to the Heart, A Time to Be Free, Simple Abundance ,and Until Today. Eight years later, these well-worn books are still on my nightstand. Through counseling, I learned that the very things I most resisted were the very things I needed to do in order to recover. I learned to act "as if" in social situations. When the negative self would say, "I don't feel like getting dressed to go out. I'll just stay home." - the positive me refuted it by saying louder, "I am going to get dressed and go out. I'm sure it will be fun, but if not, I can always come back home". Don't ask me why, but it worked. Day by day, I became more comfortable being on my own. As I learned to take care of me and trust myself, I found more joy and peace (what a beautiful word!). I especially loved one particular spot that I found in a local park during a walk. I would lay down on the grass to relax surrounded by the beauty of spring, summer, and fall foliage. Before I knew it, a year had passed and I was a more grounded, centered woman than I had ever been before. I felt strong and empowered. I felt comfortable being on my own. I enjoyed coming and going - doing what I wanted, when I wanted to do it. I learned to enjoy every other weekend as a vacation from duties rather than a separation from my children.
My counselor taught me that taking my power back was the ladder out of the hole. Acting "as if" I was in control and could make choices would aid the recovery. Acting "as if" I was motivated and had energy would help me get back into the living. I learned to go through the motions "as if". My kids went from being concerned that I was crying - to wondering if I was crazy because they could hear me speaking out loud to myself. "Terri, what would you like to do now?" "I think that I would like to take a walk", I would reply. "Okay, let's do that" and off "we" would go!
I learned that dance made me feel alive again. Endorphins shook loose as I thrashed about to "Hit Me Baby One More Time". The only problem was that I had to stand on the high bathroom vanity countertop to gain a full view of my dancing style in the mirror. During one especially frenzied movement, I took one step backwards too far and fell off. Ow. That hurt!
I then descended from the bathroom vanity onto the floor and imagined "us" (me and my pretend future boyfriend) dancing in a bear hug or with my right hand extended. This was lots of fun but the downside became apparent when I went out on my first dancing date months later. It was a lovely restaurant with a three piece band. I enjoyed this particular man's company but was so sad when I realized that he had two left feet. We stumbled and butted up against each other for a better portion of the evening. He finally turned to me and asked me to stop leading!! I was mortified! I said, "I'm sorry. My only partner for the past 10 months was my imagination and a mirror..."
I learned that getting together with my neighborhood married girlfriends and laughing was incredibly helpful. They gave me the opportunity to feel like part of a group rather than a single, isolated person. We never dwelled on the divorce situation - nor did I want to. I had a divorce attorney and a counselor with whom I discussed it enough.
My girlfriends and I still talk about the one snowy afternoon which we spent together at my house. They were escaping from their kids who had been granted a snow holiday. Each carried down a bottle of wine, which we drank, as we laughed, and danced; stuck decorative balls from my cocktail table's centerpiece up our shirts and placed do-rags on our heads....total abandon!
I didn't "get over" my depression, but I learned to conquer apathy through self-will and self-talk. I read daily affirmations every morning. Well, actually, I didn't just read from one book - I had SEVEN! Yeah, it was a pretty deep dark hole from which I needed to recover. My books were Faith in The Valley, Finding Strength in Difficult Times, The Language of Letting Go, Journey to the Heart, A Time to Be Free, Simple Abundance ,and Until Today. Eight years later, these well-worn books are still on my nightstand.
Through counseling, I learned that the very things I most resisted were the very things I needed to do in order to recover. I learned to act "as if" in social situations. When the negative self would say, "I don't feel like getting dressed to go out. I'll just stay home." - the positive me refuted it by saying louder, "I am going to get dressed and go out. I'm sure it will be fun, but if not, I can always come back home". Don't ask me why, but it worked.
Day by day, I became more comfortable being on my own. As I learned to take care of me and trust myself, I found more joy and peace (what a beautiful word!).
I especially loved one particular spot that I found in a local park during a walk. I would lay down on the grass to relax surrounded by the beauty of spring, summer, and fall foliage. Before I knew it, a year had passed and I was a more grounded, centered woman than I had ever been before. I felt strong and empowered. I felt comfortable being on my own. I enjoyed coming and going - doing what I wanted, when I wanted to do it. I learned to enjoy every other weekend as a vacation from duties rather than a separation from my children.
Some Stories Don't Have A Clear Beginning, Middle, and End
I came to realize that Life after divorce is not bad, it's just different. Divorce forced me to change and make the best of a difficult situation. None of us know what the future will bring, but I became open to the idea that it might even be better! Waves of depression and apathy still appear now and then, but I continue to use most of the methods I learned in 2000 to get out of the funk: Doing ordinary household chores slow-ly· Taking a shower first thing in the morning. (I work from home, so this is very important.)· Walking 20-30 minutes every day in a local park· Kickboxing (great exercise for getting the anger out· DANCING! Release those endorphins!· Journaling - do it long enough and undiscovered truths appear!· Reading books which make me laugh. My favorite is the Sweet Potato Queen's Book of Love· Watching Comedy Central or a situation comedy. Laughter is very important to recovery. It brings the "happy pill" to our brains in the form of endorphins. In 2004, I started a social group for divorced and separated women, The Sassy Pink Peppers. If the Peppers were around then, there would have been even more choices, such as: posting to the Message Board, contacting a member nearby, or going out with a group.
I came to realize that Life after divorce is not bad, it's just different. Divorce forced me to change and make the best of a difficult situation. None of us know what the future will bring, but I became open to the idea that it might even be better!
Waves of depression and apathy still appear now and then, but I continue to use most of the methods I learned in 2000 to get out of the funk:
In 2004, I started a social group for divorced and separated women, The Sassy Pink Peppers. If the Peppers were around then, there would have been even more choices, such as: posting to the Message Board, contacting a member nearby, or going out with a group.
Willpower is the key to success. Successful people strive no matter what they feel by applying their will to overcome apathy, doubt or fear. ------Dan Millman, Author
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