I talk honestly and openly about my experiences with mental illness, fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue syndrome through the lens of feminism, fat acceptance and process theology. I also do recipe and book reviews. My mission is to spread the message that hope is always real for a better life, despite living in a world that is often very harsh.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Going Through Grief

The point of DBT is not to be perfect.

The point of DBT is not to never feel pain.

I am grieving.  

The best way to feel better when something tragic has happened is to allow yourself to go through the grief.

Ignore the grief and it will gradually catch up with you.

I am grieving The Pulse shooting.

I feel like the world is no longer safe.

But it was never that safe to begin with.

I worry.

I go to a church with a large gay population, plus our minister is a lesbian.  What if it gets blown up?  My church is both a safe space and it is not.

I lead two LGBT support groups where I work.  What if someone comes in shooting?

These are questions, anxieties, that I have had that have gone unspoken until now.

Unless you are LGBT, you do not know the fear I feel when I go to church or when I agreed to lead not one, but two, LGBT support groups.

The point of DBT is not to never be anxious but not to be crippled by it.

The best way to allow myself freedom is to let myself grieve.

I give myself permission to grieve.

I give you permission to grieve.

We have not moved on - it is not yet time.

I am not crazy - my fear is legitimate.
                                
I am not crazy - my fear is legitimate.

I am not crazy - my fear is legitimate.

And right now, I do not want this fear conquered - love me enough to sit with me in my fear and pain.

I want this fear acknowledged and I want this fear to be met with action by others.

I want gun control.

I want unadulterated embracing by the straight world.

I want love and acceptance.

I want Dan Cathy to issue an apology for the way his father's policies damaged me as a young adult.  I want all the Chick-Fil-A supporters to spend one day in my shoes.  Free food for blood donors is way too little, way too late.  The anger I feel is immense.  I want the young adults at Berry College to be allowed to advocate for themselves, instead of having to please the Chicken God.   (You might not get why I am so angry if you do not know about Chick-Fil-A's relationship with Berry.  That's okay but do a little research.)

I do not want to be the picture of recovery tomorrow and I especially do not want to put on a happy face - I want to be real, which I suppose is what recovery is really all about.

Apparently the word, "safety," is a trigger for me right now - we found that out today in my DBT class.

My only safe space is being alone and I know isolation is not the answer.  But perhaps a little alone time is.  I don't know.

I do know that I am angry, I am sad.  Today I choose to feel my emotions instead of putting on a mask.

Let us take off our masks together.

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