Thursday, 30 August 2012

Calm and Collected - me!




“When you have peace of mind you can steer the storms of life easier”

Ok lovely holiday - feeling refreshed and renewed - now everything was going to be clear sailing for a while with new hopes and new dreams. However, as the saying goes “If you have escaped the jaws of the crocodile while bathing in the river, you will surely meet a leopard on the way” – disaster struck! 

Poor little jellybean, my kitten, somehow fell off the balcony (we are only on the first floor and it’s not that high up) and broke her hip!  Just after midnight too. Poor little thing, not knowing how badly she had hurt herself, I rang the vet but facing a £165 charge for an emergency visit decided to wait until morning to see how she was then. Jellybean hid herself under my son’s bed. Obviously in pain the next morning I took the day off work, went to the nearest vet where she stayed in overnight and was told she had broken her hip and would need an operation - £544 to be paid in full when I took her home. Problem is I hadn’t got her insurance in place yet (another lesson learned), had just come back from holiday, and also been hit with overpaid housing benefit that also needed to be paid back too. Being faced with an unexpected large vet bill was not good news. Being assured that Jellybean would be as good as new within a month of the op, there was no choice to be made – she was my beautiful, funny, playful, willful kitten that had snuggled her way into my heart.  

A year or even two years ago my mind would have been in utter turmoil and panic.  This time, although concerned, I took this in my stride – I arranged with the council to pay back their bill in installments; tried to negotiate some credit terms with the vet but unfortunately seems that this had been abused in the past so answer was a firm no – somehow, I just knew a solution would be found. To say I didn’t pray hard for a solution would be wrong, I very much did so – and then when sitting on the bus on the way to work something someone had told me several months before popped into my head and my solution was found.  Essex Net Savers – a cooperative of savers where you can also get emergency loans. I explained my situation, faxed over the necessary paperwork and that was it the vet bill paid.  I know that a loan is not a brilliant solution, but with this loan I could choose the monthly rate at which I knew I could afford to pay back (and also saving a minimal amount as well – but can’t touch those savings until the loan is paid off), I can up my payments to pay it off quicker if I can without any extra costs – of course there is interest as with any loan but not as high as the normal banks. This solution was a lifesaver and an answer to prayer!

I did spend a few days worrying as Jellybean stopped eating and drinking and my son and I had to find solutions around that as well - one was smearing and putting wheat-a-bix around and on her mouth after not being tempted with fresh fish, chicken and scrambled egg, I think she may have suddenly thought I'm not having this horrible stuff again and suddenly started eating again My but cats can be stubborn!

“God tells us to burden him with whatever burdens us. “  ~Author Unknown

Following quickly on the heels of Jellybean was a more complex situation from my workplace, and yes stemming from cancer, my recovery and probably all the drama that seems to happen in my life.  Going back to work has not been completely straightforward and easy – I have found that my body clock has changed; I am currently waking up very early in the morning with hot flushes (and having others during the day). I am sure that I am going through the menopause – my periods just stopped just before my ops – the shock of the diagnosis, stress (?) – but they never came back – then having chemo, radiation and the Tomaxifen medication -  so I wake most mornings tired and a bit “zombie- fied”  taking me a while to get going . This made me realise that I needed to change my start time to arrive at work a little later.  I am also not as focused as I used to be and still can’t read a book (which is quite distressing), easily distracted and I feel my mind is not as efficient or organised – if you also factor in the tiredness that can still sometimes wash over me, I know that I am not doing my job as well as I did before.  Although everything is improving day by day it’s not taking as quick as I would like, nor as others would like.  So when it was suggested I would like a chat with the CEO and that if I wanted to give up work there were some good severance packages available – I was alarmed and doubted myself losing a little bit of confidence. 

I was faced with a problem that many cancer survivors can have in that when you stop treatment and begin to recover that other people expectations change in you. They see that you look much better, starting to look “normal” and think that you are ready to go full steam back to the way you were before having cancer, but not recognizing that recovery is not just a physical thing but also about mental and emotional well-being.  Recovering and recuperation is not something that happens quickly but takes time and though you may put on a mask, you are still recovering not only from all that poison that has gone through your body but everything else life has thrown at you while having cancer from dealing with the shock, stress, and emotional up and downs, and going through several minefields of changing relationships and attitudes.  During my end of treatment I also broke my ankle, moved house and through miscommunication, a lack of understanding and empathy, loss contact and support of my family that lived near to me. 

I faced these work discussions with a calmness, confidence and strength which again surprised me – although concerned, and a little worried I stated my case with truthfulness and had to be honest with myself of where I am now, not hiding issues putting forward both the negative and positive aspect of my position at work .  I felt that I was heard, and hopefully with everything now aired things can only improve and move forwards – although there are a few more discussions that need to take place.  There is work I need to do on myself, things I can improve especially being more organised – I know this will happen (albeit slowly).

“Our lives improve only when we take chances - and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.”

As when I was on holiday, letting go, and over the last couple of weeks I have asked of myself - how long will it take me to recover?  I know the all clear won’t come completely until 5 years but when will I start being like my old self again?

The truth is I don’t think I will ever be my old self again – the person I was has changed forever although I don’t really understand who that other person was before having cancer – running and setting up a new life after being in an abusive relationship for 18 years, depression and then just as when things seemed better being diagnosed with breast cancer – is it so surprising?  It is only now I feel that there is real hope of a good life to look forward to. I have been on a journey, one that has tested me both physically and emotionally and it doesn’t matter who you are everyone needs time to recover from any form of physical and mental strain.  It is fact that many people who have finished their cancer treatments are more emotional during recovery than they were actually during treatment. 

“The miracle of self-healing occurs when the inner patient yields to the inner physician. “ ~Vernon Howard, 1967

It’s now six months since my end of treatment and although I am improving every day it is still a slow process.  My next blog will look at recovery from the treatment of breast cancer and as usual with my story tagged alongside!

PS  Jellybean is recovering well!

Friday, 24 August 2012

Letting Go



 I’ve had a bit of a “ bloggers” holiday during these summer months, a promise made to my son, but  also because I got out of a rhythmic flow of blogging when the “a” button on my laptop along with the shift key decided not to work – I wouldn’t have minded if it had been the “q” button – but control v’ing “a” when working on a blog from the right hand side of the keyboard didn’t make me eager to try! Laptop not fixed yet but we bought a Wi-Fi keyboard and mouse with the vouchers I received from PC World over all the trouble we had with them last year. Positive truth that it is the little things in life that can make you happy!

“Rest when you're weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit."

At the end of July I went down to see my dad in North Devon, and a wonderful friend drove us down along with her two children – it was the first holiday either of us had had for a very long time and the need to get away was strong within us both.  We went up and down to North Devon in early dawn, speeding down empty winding roads, the children sleeping in the back – making good time.  There was a certain satisfaction that we had beaten the holiday traffic.  There is eeriness to the dawn, a misty quiet magical time of reflection as both the moon and the sun share the same sky and the sun ascends to bring the promise of a new day.

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience”. - Emily Dickinson

It’s strange but wherever your parents are it feels like you are coming home and as we drove down familiar roads and saw familiar sights despite the changes I was home again revelling in the saltiness of the fresh sea air. 

“The smell of the salty water, the wind in my face, the gentle roar of the waves all combines to create a sense of peace and calm”.  -Belinda Federl

I had last seen my dad when I had my breast operation – which now seems in another lifetime, and although we had been in constant telephone contact throughout my treatment it was just brilliant to get a great big bear hug from him and to be filled with that confidence of unconditional love.  This holiday meant a lot to me – almost a trigger to start living a more adventurous life again and a bonding opportunity with my son after so much drama with the storms of life.  This wasn’t just about me it about my dad, my son, friendship, renewal and surprisingly spirituality.

“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” Jawaharlal Nehru

So there I was running around playing Combat Zone, whizzing down slides, going on bike rides, playing bingo, walking along the seafront, exploring little gift shops (and yes I did go to some charity shops for those who know we well) and playing silly games. We were at mercy of the weather but the days mainly stayed fine.  There was laughter and finding joy and an excitement in each in new day.  For me it somehow was a test of stamina and the proof of my recovery although there were times during the holiday when I realised that there is a lot further for me to go until I feel completely well again.  I couldn’t keep up on the cycling, and when I fell off the bike had bruises, and breathless shock which was scary but also found empathy and concern from my son which he had hidden so well over the last few months.  Also while at a theme park, for one weird moment, I forgot my pin number to my bank card which blocked the card and was unable to embarrassingly to pay for some food we had ordered, which meant a frantic call to the bank and finding the nearest ATM to unblock the card, come back and pay – it’s my chemo-brain!  And then there was the tiredness and hot flushes that would suddenly wash over me telling me to slow down and the leaving behind and letting go of the mixed emotions of the past few years. 

"To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t about winning or losing. It’s not about pride and it’s not about how you appear, and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. It’s not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss and it’s not about defeat. To let go is to cherish the memories, but to overcome and move on. It is having an open mind confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will have soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up.”

Being by the sea has always been a source of comfort, healing and reflection and it was no different this time, as the children laughed splashing in the waves, or my son as usual building an epic construction in the sand (he has always done that since a small child) I wrote my name in the sand and set about searching for unusual stones glinting in the wet pools stuck between the rocks.  The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze and sea was sparkling and whispers of waves as they lapped the shore. While searching for my stones I talked to God, thought of everything I had to be grateful for – I was calm, serene and at peace with myself and I felt a time of warmth within my soul which is such a good feeling to have. The stones outlined my name encircled within a heart.  Why was I doing this – not only because I love finding beautiful and unusual stones but also because I had read somewhere that if you write you name in the sand, when the tide comes in it will wash it all away along with all the pain, negatively and bad feelings allowing you to let go, feel free and to move forward. 

 “I wrote my name within the sand filled with stones of colour & shade then watched the tide sweep it all away along with the pain of yesterday” – Belinda Federl

“One cannot collect all the beautiful shells or pebbles on the beach; one can collect only a few & they are more beautiful if they are few”

“Laughter of children splashing in waves, creative structures of sand, blue skies ahead & letting the world slide by in a moment of time.” Belinda Federl 

“The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.” Kate Chopin 

I came away from my holiday with renewed energy, hope and purpose with a calmness of spirit which was good because unfortunately drama in my life is never far away!

I hope that your summer season brings you a change of pace to life, an opportunity to refresh and renew your batteries with restored energy and the leaving behind of your problems and worries if just for a moment and brings hope and a lightness of spirit.

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Where do you find your hope?


A friend sent me the quote “HOPE – Hold On, Pain Ends” which touched me, and I passed this on via twitter receiving a reply from one of my followers saying this is just what she had needed to hear at that time.  I was so happy that these words had brought hope to another person across the world.

“As I stared at the wide blue yonder hope swelled in my heart
Hold on pain ends
The gentle breeze whispered in the air,
Hold on pain ends, don’t despair
I smiled; I laughed and said a prayer
My hopes laid bear
In the expectation that life will get better

I remember well the hopes I held within myself from diagnoses of breast cancer, while in hospital and recovering from various ops, and going through chemo and radiation treatments (with a broken ankle I might add!).  All kinds of them; some were simple about daily life, like hoping someone would pop round for a coffee and a chat, or that I could wave a magic wand and the housework would all be done – to hoping to find a new place to live (which I did do eventually), that I  would be able to go back to feeling so much better with a promise that not only would my own  life  but others who were also having issues too lives would improve - to hoping that my son did well at school and much bigger things as to the hope our politicians, banks and people in power managed to get together to sort out our economic mess and then to the somewhat  more unrealistic hope of world peace!  I have been a hopeful person all my life, but sometimes my hopes have been dashed as it has relied on other people, other outcomes and learning really that you cannot rely on hope alone, taking action brings your hopes closer to fruition. 
All of us have hopes, dreams and wishes and most of these are the same across this world - to be happy.  Such a commonality from such diversity. 

“I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, so we’re really not that different, me and you.”

Dwelling recently on my hopes, I wondered what defined hope, is it something tangible or intangible, is it a feeling or an action, can hopes interfere with dealing with reality so less of a positive thing and does it have an end result? Dreams, wishes, promises and expectations all are connected to our hopes, although optimism and positivity is often confused with the definition of hope.  As with everything in the world there are people who have studied this! 

Hope is described as "a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen - a feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best" - or "the act of looking forward to something with reasonable confidence - to cherish a desire with anticipation".  In the English language the word hope can be used as either a noun such as expectation, expectancy, trust, promise - or a verb trust, expect, anticipate. So hope is both a feeling and an action.  Hope may be a state of mind or the expression of a state of being but when hope is combined with action…it is truly a force to be reckoned with.  

“Approximately 77,000 years ago at Lake Toba a super volcano erupted in Sumatra, Indonesia plunging the planet into a 6 to 10 year volcanic winter, during which light was obscured, plants and animals died and human populations were almost completely wiped out.  The population of humans in the world reduced to less than 10,000 breeding pairs. The fact that this small group of relatively fragile species populated the whole planet illustrates the deep driving power of the mental state we call hope.”

“According to Greek mythology, the first woman on Earth, Pandora, was given a box that she was not to open under any circumstance. Too curious to resist, she opened it, and all of the evils of the world flew out: hate, pain, destructiveness, starvation. When Pandora saw what she had done, she closed the box before the last thing in there could escape. That last thing was hope.”
People who started with just hope throughout history have pushed our boundaries, worked towards positive change.  Some hopes just started with a dream, a goal for a better kind of living, freedom and justice.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." Martin Luther King

I am very much an optimist, convinced that things will work out well, but do recognize others are pessimists and view hope in a completely different way - but I would much rather wake up with smile looking forward to the day rather than with dread, and my hope for the promise of such a new day keeps me positive (if that makes sense).  There is an important distinction to be made between hope and optimism. The two are often confused. To be optimistic means to believe that everything is heading towards a happy ending. To hope means to believe that whatever happens, a way of coping and building towards the future may be found. 

Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” ― Václav Havel

Health professionals are becoming more aware of the importance of hope and taking spirituality into account when planning and delivering care to those with chronic illness, cancer, survivors and those who may not survive. Spirituality and religion can offer an explanation for the disease and offer hope that is integrated into the patient's social and cultural beliefs. 

Many people when first diagnosed with cancer see it as equivalent to a death sentence, leading to fear but the understanding that the diagnosis and treatment will bring profound change to their way of life. Some take the opportunity to search out in this time of uncertainty their own spirituality and often gain new strength in the fight for survival (this was certainly the case for me).  Medical studies into this area have proved that increased spirituality lessens suffering as patients often perceive their experience from a new point of view, with new opportunities permitting change brought about by survival and comfort for those who know they may not survive. Despite feeling so ill, weak and weary and living day by day hope always was with me, and hope was also given to me by friends and family that kept me holding on and the knowing that it would pass.  

“During chemo, you're more tired than you've ever been.  It's like a cloud passing over the sun, and suddenly you're out.  You don't know how you'll answer the door when your groceries are delivered.  But you also find that you're stronger than you've ever been.  You're clear.  Your mortality is at optimal distance, not up so close that it obscures everything else, but close enough to give you depth perception.  Previously, it has taken you weeks, months, or years to discover the meaning of an experience.  Now it's instantaneous. “ ~Melissa Bank

This increasing awareness of how spirituality can help those with cancer and chronic disease, some caregivers use the HOPE concept with their patients: H—sources of hope, strength, comfort, meaning, peace, love and connection; O—the role of organized religion for the patient; P—personal spirituality and practices; E—effects on medical care and end-of-life decisions. 

“As your faith is strengthened you will find that there is no longer the need to have a sense of control, that things will flow as they will, and that you will flow with them, to your great delight and benefit.”  ~Emmanuel

Different religions give people their identity, their lives a purpose and meaning and different kind of hope.
 
 Hinduism: Gain release from the cycle of rebirth and merge with the eternal Divine, thus escaping an inhospitable world. Turning towards and discovering God provides a perspective and an unfailing source of support and strength which ensures that "one does not succumb to the heaviest of sorrows".
 "In the history of the world, Hinduism is the only religion that exhibits a complete independence and freedom of the human mind, its full confidence in its own powers. Hinduism is freedom, especially the freedom in thinking about God." 

Buddhism: Gain enlightenment and, in that way, free yourself from the sufferings that come from illusions and attachments to life. Buddhist believes the reason people are so unhappy is that they want or crave things: when people don't get what they want, they become sad. The idea is that we are our own source of unhappiness, and we can change how we feel by changing our attitude and desires.
“Live in Joy, in love, even among those who hate. Live in joy, in health, even among the afflicted. Live in joy, in peace, even among the troubled. Look within. Be still. Free from fear and attachment, know the sweet joy of living in the way.”

Judaism: Do God's commandments. In Jewish culture the tradition of hope is perceived as a central and indispensable aspect of their religion and has inspired thinkers who see the rainbow beyond the cloud.
“Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another"

 Islam: Submit oneself to the will of Allah. In Islam no worship is complete without the presence of three qualities: love of Allah, hope in His Mercy and fear of His Punishment.
The eye of the heart, though closed in fallen man, is able to take in a glimmering of light and this is faith.”

   Skihasim: teaches that all human beings are equal and can realise the divine within them through devotion to God, truthful living and service to humanity.
“Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind, body and spirit. Practice optimism”

  Taoism: Achieve inner harmony. Hope requires personal care, nourishment and patience and of growing in potential.
    “Both praise and blame cause concern, for they bring people hope and fear.The object of hope and fear is the self - for, without self, to whom may fortune and disaster occur?”

  Christianity: Try to love the way Jesus loved. Hope for Christians is an essential and fundamental element of Christian life. In the Old Testament Hebrew words such as “Yachal” (“trust) and “towcheleth“ (expectation) are used in verses to mean hope. While in the New Testament the Greek word “elpis” is used more commonly and means “to expect or anticipate with pleasure” Hope here takes a different meaning which is a guarantee, a firm assurance, there is no maybe.
“For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”


   Atheism:  Not all atheists believe in the same things just because they happen to lack a belief in a god. They believe that they have this one life to live and feel that this motivates them to live it to their fullest but it doesn’t mean that they have no hope which has the power to pull them through difficult times.
      “Atheism and anarchist theory were the first things that gave me any hope in this world. They were the things that said we had the power within us to make things better”

I am a Christian but strongly believe that whatever our religion creed or colour we should respect others' beliefs and learn from them especially where hope unifies us. 

 “Hope is necessary in every condition. The miseries of poverty, sickness and captivity would, without this comfort, be insupportable.”   Samuel Johnson

Hope normally comes into play when our circumstances are dire; not going well or there’s considerable uncertainty about how things will turn out particularly when we are ill, in financial trouble,  grieving, or living within an abusive situation. Hope opens us up and removes the fear and despair and allows us to see and feel that everything is maybe not as bad as it is, and will/can improve allowing us to become creative in solutions and have belief in a better future.  As long as you live there is always hope. Every day we hope that we can still wake up to another day and we also hope that what we have planned for that day will happen (although it is advisable to stay flexible – plans change as well as hopes!). 

Another good thing about having hope is that it pushes and motivates us to achieve our goals.

“Keep your heart open to dreams. For as long as there's a dream, there is hope, and as long as there is hope, there is joy in living." Anonymous”

Charles Snyder a specialist in positive psychology determined his own definition of hope and came up with the hope theory:

Goals: “Goals are objects, experiences, or outcomes that we imagine and desire in our minds." goals involving hope fall somewhere between an impossibility and a sure thing

Willpower: “Willpower is the driving force in hopeful thinking” Willpower draws on the perception of our desired goal as well as one’s mental energy. It also depends on how well we understand our goal. 

Waypower: “Waypower reflects the mental plans or road maps that guide hopeful thought”. There are important versus less important goals that play a part in one’s ability to plan through a goal, to map out a plan. Hope is the “mental willpower and waypower for goals”

I am not sure that I understand the above theory but I do agree that with the sense of hope come positive emotions such as happiness and joy, courage, and empowerment and we can aim to bring our hopes to fore by setting goals even if they are step by step daily goals. 

How about false hope? False hope is hope built entirely around a fantasy, a hope that has no knowable chance of coming to fruition like for example you hope for something that can’t be changed like bringing your dog back to life. False hope has enabled people to cheat and exploit others for material gain. You shouldn’t pin your hopes on other people or on things that are improbable like winning the lottery because this kind of hope most likely will cause disappointment. You can also lose hope and lie to yourself. “Lies shatter hope. And the only thing that can destroy lies is Truth”. For example living with extreme poverty is how people in the slums of the world lose hope - the reality of the sounds, smell and feelings of their situation stop them from hoping and dreaming of something better. I read somewhere that “a human can last for forty days without food, a few days without water, eight minutes without oxygen but only a few seconds without hope”.  And it is often said that. “If you lose hope, you lose everything.” But even where everything seems hopeless there is hope as many people around the world unite together to offer help, initiatives and encouragement, urging Governments to give hope to their own people and letting them know that they are not forgotten – it may not seem to be making much of an impact but I believe good will come of it or is that the optimist talking?

“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” ― Michael Jackson

Illness reminds us of the fragility of life. With illness, we learn that we are not invincible but hope encourages us to continue moving forward even though we do not know where we are going. Hope is our comfort when we are waiting for test results, waiting for appointments, waiting for symptoms to subside, waiting for healing, waiting for a cure.  And if we get a bad test result, or our illness flares up, symptoms get worse hope is the light that shines on these moments of darkness. Hope knows that not everything has the perfect answer but it has the power to control how you respond to life’s circumstances to persevere, encourages us, and the greatest gift of all to give hope to others.

So what are my hopes and dreams now I am in recovery – well to stay in recovery is one; to regain more of my equilibrium and health (but not overdoing it); to reconnect to all my family as life is too short not too (with mutual understanding and goodwill); but also to understand and be comfortable with the person I am and who I am becoming; that my son will grow into an aspiring, healthy loving strong man; to grow in my faith and finally, like virtually everyone else in the world, to be happy although recognising that along with happiness there is always sadness.  If I have hope then I can give others hope too whether through dialogue, action, support or love. 

 “Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words. And never stops at all.” ― Emily Dickinson

Hope is the sunshine that breaks through a dark cloud; Hope is the smile, warmth the laugh out loud
Hope is the love you hold within your heart; Hope is the beginning of a brand new start
Hope is the comfort of a kind word; Hope is the heroes we have in the world
Hope is the wonder to be found from beauty; Hope is the diversity joining in unity
Hope is the promise of a better day; Hope is the wish for another way
Hope is the opportunity that knocks; Hope is the path clear of stony rocks
Hope is the losing before you gain; Hope is the rainbow after the rain
Hope is the thought our sufferings brief; Hope is the growing of our spiritual belief
Hope is the anticipation of looking forward to; Hope is the journey to something new
Hope is the matter of all faith; Hope is the silence that keeps us safe
Hope is the expectation when you are down; Hope is our wings that lift us from the ground
Hope is the chance for us all to share; Hope is the way you begin to care.

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Don't suffer in silence

This blog is very personal to me and normally where I am usually a positive person and try not to dwell on the past too much and move forward I have also come to realize that if your past leads to the person that you are today that it does need to be confronted and the negative emotions put into a kind of perspective that you can learn from,  rise above and not let them consume you, and then carry on to be the best person that you can be.

I was married for 18 years and it was never really a brilliant relationship from the start, but I was bound to the word "love" and at first the emotional drama of having arguments and passion of making up was addictive. The good days outweighed the bad days and the mind games  to some extent played by both of us. There is a quote that says "don't let yourself be a victim" and that is exactly what I did.  My lack of confidence, self-esteem and love for myself trapped me to suffer in silence on how bad everything really was.

When a child came into the equation then everything changed, things were easier when my son was a baby but once he started to grow and form his own ideas, opinions and to become his own person then life became very difficult.  My husband now had two people to play mind games with and they became nasty- the saying "stick and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt me" is not true - words can hurt very much indeed and with the constant lack of respect and barrage of the things he said to me and his own child  I see were unbearable for someone who professed to love me and his son.

I am not sure if he resented the love I had for our child,  his own believed failure of his life and not being able to accept what he had, to not being able to stand up to what he thought was injustices to himself; caused him to become bitter and twisted (searching for excuses for him really should not be in contention here) - but like a light switch would flip into anger suddenly, or into melancholy, to wanting absolute control.  I became a referee between child and father trying to keep us as a family unit, encourage and create meaningful and quality time as well as keeping a lid on my own emotions.  It was a losing battle and the interactions started to boarder on violence and menace- it was not a happy or healthy environment for any of us to live in.

I started to find solace at work thinking that the catalyst was the three of us together but I was disabused of this notion when I came home one evening and found my son hiding in the wardrobe and food all over his bedroom floor - his dad had become angry because he didn't want to eat something.  This was the last straw at what I saw as his abuse of our son but which he saw as our son being spoiled by his mother.  It was the day before the school holidays and I left him to stay with family.  My husband was contrite, delivered flowers to where I was staying, said all the right things and made promises that we would go for marriage counseling, and he anger management.  More fool me I believed in his promises and platitudes.

For a few months there was an improvement and then situation at home got worse and I had to ensure my son was kept safe after school by staying with babysitters, friends anywhere but with his dad, and I myself went into relationship counseling.  I suppose it came to head on two counts - my son has SVT (rapid heartbeat) but at this time this was not known and it was thought he was having panic attacks, and my husband's behavior became more twisted and overtly violent.  I moved out from our bedroom and slept on the floor in my son's room.  Rather than trying to show more love, understanding,  this infuriated my husband  that he would torture us with load music night after night, banging on the door when we were sleeping, begging for sex, turning off the electricity and keeping us locked in the house, making us feel guilty by saying he wanted to kill himself,  became threatening and there was always that sense of hidden danger and I became frightened of both my own and our son's safety - I spoke to Social Services, sent my son to his grandad and when I was offered a place to live sixty miles from where we were living, I took that offer.

Why am I telling you a this part of my life's story now - well I was asked to consider, as part of a new poetry group I have joined, to write a poem on "leaving" and although both my son and I have had counseling since that move, all those emotions came flooding out which I had thought I dealt with. Also after reading recently about women being abused, I have felt a strong need for my story to be told.  My poem is this story and needs to be read out aloud by myself to others to convey the emotion I feel on this part of my life -  poetry written by the poet conveys what they feel - but the emotions of when you read the poetry depends on who you are and your own story.

I have glossed over the things that happened to both me and my son somewhat here, because to be totally explicit about every incident, every nuance here is not the right forum, but have tried to address a lot in the poem and I have to come to realize that when there is no respect in a relationship there is no love. Suffice to say it everything did come ahead and I did have my husband arrested and cautioned subsequently for threats to my life.  I do feel immense sadness for my son because his father completely rejected him with his last bit of control and bitterness saying that without me he was not his child and when my son sent him a father's day card shortly after the divorce he somehow found out what school he went to and sent it back saying not to contact him, he was not his son anymore - since then my son has blocked him out of his life.

 I have since met many woman, children and some men who have lived with abuse and have seen the emotional toil it has had on them - my story is not unfortunately unusual. The one thing I do ask if you are reading this blog and are living with abuse - please do find the courage to leave, don't suffer in silence - there is a brighter, happier  life out there for you and help is available if you seek it. It may be a struggle to get back on your feet and you may have many obstacles to overcome but you are much stronger than you think and almost anything is better than living in these circumstances.

Bless you all.


An Empty Shell of a life once lived

Tell me how could you show yourself to the world that you are a victim, you are the one who has been wronged, that you are blameless and believe there are no reason to your actions
You pushed acceptable boundaries, with bitterness you tried to wear me down with your mind games, threats and accusations.

How long was I hypnotized by your charismatic charm, your pretense dragged down by your failure, your dented dreams your inability to stand up to authority. You entwined me with sweet smelling roses, but I never expected the sharp thorns dripping with venom trapping me with your promises and lies. Oh when I think of the chances you were given - but what are you to me now but a parasite getting drunk and high on twisted emotions

Where did our laughter go?

Sex a chore just like the washing up expected, always on your mind you robbed of romance and violated by freedom to choose, and in whatever way I put it or strongly deny it you raped me with me pretending a passion that just wasn’t there

Not just I tasted the excrement that came out of your mouth nor experienced your simmering intimidation, your sneering disdaining consideration and was blind to the dejection and desolation of a child just looking for your affection. We walked on eggs shells he and I crunching under hob-nailed boots - propping up your feeble weak mind, making excuses for your failure to love

How many years did I waste?
How many years did I deceive myself?
Why did I wait, why didn’t I protect
Why did I bury my head in the sand blindfolded to the consequences on an innocent mind?  

You didn’t think I would survive, couldn’t do it on my own – you said I would die if I left you

And when my eyes were opened, my courage found and all hope abandoned, I watched as we imploded, and like a rubber band stretched too tightly - it snapped and all and I could see was the rot and rust – the mice running amok with their scratching and scrambling, and although the windows were left open to breathe  fresh air the coldness invaded as all the warmth  and joy had already been bleached away, the cracks you tried to paint over but you couldn’t change and the torture became harder to bear.

I walked away from you without a backward glance

I gave to you back the keys to my heart and slammed the door in your face and left leaving an empty shell of a life once lived

And now? Just like photos forgotten and left in a box, the pain is fading being locked away.  Yet still you prey on my mind, just a memory a sad, sad memory that I have left behind. I feel sorry for you, I can forgive – thanks for the experience  a life lesson learned – but can I forget and forgive the rejection of your child forsaken in your last battle for control– and you are the victim? You shit