I have spent the last few years doing a lot of “soul searching” and trying to figure out who Beth is. It’s exhausting. We all do it. Whenever there is any huge event or life change, our first instinct is to figure out how and why we got there. Are we being true to ourselves? When did we change? How would you define yourself simply? I believe this is how we accept the metamorphosis within during a life changing event. And of course, it’s usually a painful, hard process that sticks out in our mind for the rest of our lives.
We refer to occurrences in pre or post event form. As if to better explain what we’re talking about. My life trauma was my divorce. Not the actual divorce, but the result from it. I often say things like, “Well, before the divorce I liked to…” or “Before the divorce I would…” As if to say, “That unharmed, whole, unstoppable Beth would….” Giving the obvious implication while saying these things, that I have been changed by this to the core of who I am. That was a different person than the one you see today.
So why did this effect me so strongly that I became different person? You can ask anyone that knows me personally, I move on past hurt and struggle quickly and positively. I do not dwell or fret on much for long. I am a pretty resilient person. Car accident? Stressful, but it happens. Loss of job? Heartbreaking, but I’ll find another one. Death of a loved one? I’ll need some time for my grief, but I’ll get through. I just don’t let things bring me to devastation. Life goes on. There is always those who have less or who are going through more. Just little speed bumps I have to slow life down for. My journey hasn’t stopped.
Then, I became that fictitious person I would compare my struggles to. That woman that had it so much worse than me. That person that had more than they could handle. That mother who couldn’t give to her kids what they deserved. I became them. Someone I had spent years feeling pity for. Someone who I felt, I could use as a worst case scenario, as a reminder to myself how great I had it. I was slammed out of my world of joy and dreams, and slammed into survival, bitterness, resentment, loneliness, and despair.
My days were filled with panic and fear. I spent so much time feeling jealous of pre-divorce Beth. How spoiled she was. Not that everything was great, she just took so much for granted. I would see these pictures on facebook, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” “Every journey starts with a single step” and the list goes on and on. I would lie to myself. That these were true. That my struggle and pain was not in vain. But deep down, I knew they were bullshit. There was no hope to ever get that Beth back. She is dead. She was killed by the divorce. She would never be back, and this new Beth could not handle or cope with any of the things the old Beth could. So I had to start from scratch on who exactly I was/am. Throwing out any and all preconceived notions about myself. I had to quit expecting things from myself that weren’t within my capabilities. And at the same time, I had to learn what I was actually capable of.
I would say one of the biggest changes in myself would be caution. I now know I have limits. Everything I have could be taken from me in an instant. I have no attachment to material things. The choices I make in life are now followed with constant stomach pain and anxiety sitting on my chest like a weight. Now, I am not naive to how horrible things can get. My constant optimistic outlook has been replaced with a realist view, with a touch of pessimism to keep me prepared for the worst. In a perpetual state of alert, scared to let your guard down for a moment. Cautious to the extent of distrusting or fearful at times.
The other change I find quite predominant would be compassion. While I’ve always showed care and love to those who are hurting, my sympathy has turned to deep empathy that is almost painful. I have been brought to tears simply by seeing the despair in someone’s eyes. To know how lost and broken that person is, and to feel helplessness in releaving their misery.
I also have an anger towards those who are delusional about life. Those who live in the land of fairy tails and rainbows. You know, those who feel that their life is so great because they do it the right way, with no gratitude that they have not yet encountered a life changing…..no…..a self changing occurrence. Hearing condescending advice and their “simple” solutions makes my blood boil. They don’t want to listen to how you got to where you are, or try to understand your hardship or pain. They have all the answers, and honestly, must believe you are a idiot. Their insulting “Why don’t you just….” very rarely is a possible solution. But if you try to explain why it won’t work, the assumption is that you are not seeking a solution. Their audacity pushes you to the edge. You realize, their intent is to not help. Nor is it to understand. It’s purely self righteous, verbal masturbation. So you calmly agree, walk away, and let them finish. So they can pat themselves on the back, and congratulate themselves on not being such an ignorant, unwise person.
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