A Disappearing Act

Yesterday I went to the new addiction support group that I was talking about. It was held in the back room of a little downtown coffee shop. I arrived about fifteen minutes early, asked if there was anyone there yet, and sat down in the coffee shop with a vanilla latte'. I waited, and only saw two people go into the back meeting room. Two people! I didn't stay. It only meets once a week, so I'm assuming it isn't ever a large group. I was disappointed, because it had sounded so promising. I guess I will go back to AA a few more times, and attempt to give it a shot. I promised that I would try, so I don't want to go back on my word.
Yesterday, I barely ate anything, and I know that not having an appetite is a poor excuse. I know what I need to be doing, but right now I have zero motivation to do it. The weight is coming off, and to tell you the truth, that thrills me. The eating disorder itself is a type of addiction. Once I get into this pattern, I find it so difficult to stop. The voice of my eating disorder is so loud right now, and I find it hard to ignore. My therapist always asks me why it is so important for me to be thin. The immediate answer is to say that I want to take up as little space as possible. A friend of mine who is also struggling with anorexia said the same thing, that we feel apologetic for our very existence. If I could only disappear, it would be better, and I would be safe. I'm not sure why I feel that way. I do know that I'm loved, and important to so many people. I think that it goes back to my dad not making me feel like I was important, and the rape definitely did a number on my self esteem. I remember thinking after the rape, that I was bad, and that there was something wrong with me. I felt ugly to the very core of my being, and I've walked around with that feeling for most of my life. I do want to recover, but I can't find the will to make it happen. To be free from all of the negativity in my head. The voice that tells me I'm not good enough, smart enough...never enough. To be rid of the numbers, the measuring, the calories, the checking of my bones, to make sure they are still there, and not hiding behind a layer of fat. I'm weary, and yet I continue to forge ahead on this destructive path, strangely feeling that my life depends on it. Lately in therapy, we have been focusing on the alcohol, when I believe that is the least of my problems. I'm drowning in this eating disorder, and because I'm not a walking skeleton at the moment, no one seems see it. Isn't it interesting that I can say in one sentence that my wish is to disappear, yet I want everyone to see me, and to validate that I'm worth saving. It is all such a dichotomy, and my mind swims in the confusion.
Somewhere inside, I need to find the strength and self worth to save myself.

Surrounded By Love

I've been missing here for almost a week. My emotions are everywhere, and so much has taken place since I last posted. First of all, my grandpa passed away last week. That wasn't really all that emotional. We were not close. After my parents divorced when I was eight, my dad's side of the family fell away. They did not stay in contact, even though we still resided in the same city. I struggled with whether or not to attend the visitation. I knew that my dad would be there, and I had broken ties with him ten years ago. He was a drug addict and alcoholic, and always very narcissistic and self serving. He never payed child support, and yet, always drove the latest Corvette. I did end up going to the visitation with my husband and children. My dad was there, and he cried, and went on and on about how he had changed. He credits his fiance' with helping him to turn his life around, calling her an "angel." Well, we were never enough to give him reason to turn his life around. He never once asked me how I was doing, a week has passed, and he has yet to call me. I'm not really surprised, but it still hurts, and I'm taken aback by the anger. It has come out towards everyone but him, because , as usual, he's not around to even get angry with.
I walked out of my therapy session on Wednesday. We were talking about the AA meetings, and how much I hate them. She insisted that I need more outside support than she could give, and I argued that I don't need group support. I ended up walking out, and then called her and said that I was done with therapy and my nutritionist. We talked later on that night, and worked everything out, but I still feel so much anger, with nowhere to direct it towards. I am finished with AA though. It is just way too religious for me. I'm really private with my faith, and feel like it is a very personal relationship that I don't want to share with others. Tomorrow I am going to a different addiction support group called SOS, or Secular Organizations for Sobriety. It " maintains that sobriety is a separate issue from religion or spirituality. SOS credits the individual for achieving and maintaining his or her own sobriety, without reliance on any "Higher Power." I hope that I will feel more comfortable in these meetings, even though I'm still not convinced that I need group support.
I'm doing horrible when it comes to food and the eating disorder. I'm continuing to lose weight, which is very triggering in and of itself. I'm actually hanging on to the E.D. for dear life at the moment. The less I eat, the less appetite I have. My hunger cues are non existent. Today I have managed to drink some orange juice, and only because I was light headed. Food just doesn't feel safe. I'm overwhelmed with feelings, and without the eating disorder to help reign them in, I don't know where I would be. Thanksgiving is going to be hard. It is too much food to even contemplate! I miss my mom and my step dad, and I'm looking forward to their visit during the Christmas holiday's. I need to feel surrounded by love.

Relapse

Relapse

The hunger hurts
so I settle into it
Wearing it like armour

I'm afraid of your feelings,
the emotions that you wear
on the outside

Contained inside,
mine fester
like an infected wound
A starving comrade,
reminding me.
Growling with unspoken rage

Sighing,
I sink into the comforting abyss,
wrapping the emptiness around me
like the familiar arms of a soul mate

Angela Minard 2009©

Surfacing

Surfacing

It always ends in the water
Sinking into the comforting
weightlessness
Drowning the shame
that boils beneath the
mirrored stillness
I see you
I know you
hiding in the depths
of your own deafening silence
A secret baptism
A whispered prayer
An unfinished memory
begging to return
to the beginning

Angela Minard 2009©

Repair

Repair

Not a flinch
or a slap in the face
of surprise.
Hearing the news
that you died.
You never made any effort
to know who I am.
After the divorce,
disgarded, and left behind.
My memories are only
the faded pictures I've seen
in worn out photo albums.
A white bonnet,
a red trike,
while you pushed from behind.

Is this how I will feel when you die?
Nothing feels sad and empty.
Is that what I want?

It has been so long.
What will I say to you
when I see you at his visitation?
You were just like him
in so many ways.
You left me behind.
You never made any effort
to know who I am.
I will say,
"I'm sorry that Papa passed."
I know you tried
to mend your relationship with him.
Taking care of him in the end.
Maybe you are trying.
Isn't that all anyone can ask?
I will say,
"We can try to work things out

if you can give me some time

to forgive."

Angela Minard 2009©

Therapy Anger Update

Last night I went to my therapy session all fired up and filled with anger. Yes, I think that some of the anger is misdirected, but I let my therapist have it anyway. Instead of returning my anger with her own anger, she was very willing to talk things through, and was actually very proud of me for not keeping all of those emotions inside. That is what I usually tend to do. I am angry at myself for using alcohol as self medication, and I do agree that the behavior needs to stop. She did agree that I am not an alcoholic, but she is concerned with my drinking at all because of the medications that I'm on. She did want me to try a few more AA meetings, but it is not a stipulation for her treating me. She will still see me even if I decide not to go. I also told her that it hurt my feelings that she would want me to take such a strong medication to try and control my behavior. She apologized, but was thinking that if it detoured me from drinking at all, then it might motivate me. I know that is why she is doing all of this, but I never think that threats work, and it just reinforces the idea that I'm not allowed to make mistakes, and must be perfect at all times. I do see her side, and want to work this out. She is very important to me, and to terminate the relationship would hurt me deeply. I'm going to stop the drinking for awhile. I do not promise never to drink again. I want to be able eventually to drink socially again, or to have a glass of wine or beer when I want to, but I do agree that while I'm trying to recover and deal with my past abuse, that it needs to stop. I am going to ask for my husbands support, and also ask him to stop drinking in front of me while I'm not drinking. I know that he isn't the one with the problem, but it makes me angry to see him drinking when he doesn't want me to do it. I know that I would do it for him if the situation were reversed. So that is it for now. Tonight I see a different therapist to discuss more of the rape trauma and dissociation. I'm nervous about talking about it with someone new, although I have seen this therapist for family and and couples therapy, and feel comfortable with him.

I'm not doing all that great with food, but some dinner usually gets eaten. I feel overwhelmed with all that I need to work on, but hopefully things will get better soon.

Therapy Anger

I'm getting ready to go to therapy. I'm angry with my therapist, and plan on telling her so. Confrontation and anger are not something that I'm good at. I have a very difficult time showing anger or telling someone that I'm angry. I'm so upset that she threatened to stop seeing me. I don't think that is right. Is she going to stop seeing me next because I'm not eating like I should be? She also wanted me to take Antabuse, which is a medication that can make you violently ill if you drink alcohol while taking it. I think that is so extreme and harsh, and there is no way in hell that I'm taking it. It has some very scary side effects. She has even said that she doesn't think that I'm an alcoholic, only that she thinks I'm headed in that direction. This whole think has been blown way out of proportion. Grrrr...I'm mad!!!

Okay. I'm going now.

Unworthy

Unworthy

For more than half of a day
I felt unfamiliar elation
followed by
The helpless type of anger
that leads to blank staring
at inanimate objects
until they blur into a sort of
cohesiveness that feels safe.

The chaos of children,

trying to be perfect,

the distractions of a mind

riddled with thoughts
of starving, money, tumors,
and autism. Fear of my own
incompetence.

In my mind
I'm still a child
longing...

Forced to see and do
what no child should ever
witness

Fearing for my life

Innocence lost

Why do I feel so unworthy of peace?

There are arms and voices
that comfort my pulsing veins
and moment by moment
through the fear
I see the hope
that could be my home.

Angela Minard 2009©

Fill In The Blanks

I sit in the basement of the same church where my children attended preschool, sipping a spiced pumpkin latte', and contemplating the idea of pulling my knitting out of my purse. I need something to focus on besides my nervous attempt to avoid eye contact with the other women in the room. All that I can hear is the sound of my pulse throbbing in my ears. Women stand up to share their stories, but their voices are background noise, competing with my heart. My knitting sits in my lap, needles poised and unmoving. My eyes focus on the stillness of my fingers until they become unrecognizable as my own, and this is when I disconnect. When I'm uncomfortable or afraid, that is what I do. I separate myself from the fear, filling the space that exists with emptiness. My life is riddled with holes. The frayed memories, torn and faded, haphazardly patched and sewn. I find myself behind the wheel of my car, wondering in what direction I should go, because I'm painfully aware that I don't want to go home. Home means answering questions of which I have no answers. "The meeting was fine," I say.

I'm used to filling in the blanks.

Untitled

I would like to hide away from

the world, and not have to face

anyone. Shame is eating away at

all of me. I'm sad and angry,

and sure that I deserve to feel as

bad as I do. I feel like a horrible person

who doesn't deserve anything.

I'm tired of all of the labels,

but what's one more,right?

Who the hell cares anymore?

I'm in a negative, rageful mood, and

dangerously filled with self hatred.

Oh, there are ways to fix these feelings.

I can stuff them down, starve them away,

getting lost in the minutia of the one

label that I hang onto for dear life.

How do I deal?, and maybe I'm not meant to.

A Hard Decision

My therapist wants me to go to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, and I've really had to think hard about it. It was a difficult decision to make, because although I think that at times I do have problems with alcohol, I don't think that I'm an alcoholic. Of course, isn't that what all alcoholics say? I have been to meetings before when I was in treatment at Renfrew for my eating disorder, and I hated them. I was so anxious, and some of the men made me very uncomfortable. I found an all women's group in my area, so I think that I'm going to go on Saturday. For the most part, when I do drink, I think that I'm more of a binge drinker. Alcohol also tends to increase the likely hood that I will dissociate. I want to stop, because I do believe that it is impeding my recovery. I promised my therapist that I would not drink again, and she said that she would not keep me as a client anymore if I continued to drink. I value our relationship so much, and to lose her as my therapist would be devastating to me. I also want to do this for my husband and children. I know that it dissapoints my husband when I drink, and especially when I drink in secret. I feel so ashamed, but it would be even more shameful of me to continue such a damaging pattern of behavior.
Well, that is the latest news from me. It feels like there is always some hurdle for me to jump over, but I refuse to let alcohol control me anymore. I do like to have my control!

Good News

We just returned from Dave's doctors appointment, and we have received some good news. The tumor hasn't grown much. We were also waiting on a second opinion about radiation as our next course of treatment, and that is a go, so no surgery for awhile. Luckily the tumor grows slowly, so we have time on our side. Thankfully, all of the prayers, good thoughts, and positive energy must have been heard and answered! We are truly grateful, and so very blessed.

I will leave you with a poem that I wrote for Dave awhile back, because, well...I love him so much.



For David

Hold out your hand
and place gently in mine.
The feel of our fingers,
our souls intertwined.
Can you hold on
when my spirit drifts away?
I promise to come back,
I have just lost my way.

Reach out and find me.
Don't ever let go.
We wonder some days,
but our love,
it still grows.
There are those moments.
We're weary and worn.
Words,
they can hurt,
leaving hearts feeling torn.
Repairs will be made.
Cried tears always dry.
We trip
and we stumble,
and yet we still try.
On this journey together,
our love never dies.

Hold out your hand
and place gently in mine.
Forever,
forever
our souls intertwined.

Angela Minard 2009©

Resolutions

Everyone send your prayers and good thoughts our way. Today is Dave's neurology appointment, and we will know what is going on with his brain tumor, and where we go from here with treatment options. I'm sleepless, worried, and as usual...writing:)



Resolutions

Wide awake
my mind circles and spins
and it begins
all over again

Together we will wait
clasping hands
and we will wait
and take
what is thrown our way

Questioning the Gods
but they are not Gods
just men
maybe wrong
maybe right
Holding us by the throat
the grip so tight

Breathing room
walking light
no more doom and gloom
it is time for trite

In this together
again
we fight

Angela Minard 2009©

Frozen

Frozen

and these are the scars
you'll never see,
that silence carved on me...

and I wonder why I continue
to be paralyzed
choking on the words
unsaid

and what if I could sing
instead of listening
to the screaming
in my head

and I've tried to only hear
the music playing
in a heart that beats
with fear

and when the lyrics
lost their beat
and the rhythm wasn't
loud enough
to save me from the night

wide awake
beneath the black
I gasp for breath
and beg for light

Angela Minard 2009©