“God is my strong fortress, and He makes my way perfect.” 2 Sam 22:33
“Strength is putting a smile on your face
when you want to cry a river.” averstu.com
“A Guide smiles and sings even under
difficulty.” Girl Guide Law
The second quote came from one of those
inspirational posts on FB. I read it and was left feeling angry. There are
countless others shared along the same line.
For ages, there have been songs sung about
this very idea…
”Smile, darn ya, smile…”
“Put on a happy face…”
The Girl Guide Law was a massive part of my
life from Brownies right through to my teens before I was able to quit going.
There’s been a massive amount of prayer work to overcome these “Laws” to live
by. I may have even blogged about some of it a few years ago.
I’ve started flinching internally whenever
someone offers the “you’re so strong” compliment. It is meant as an
encouragement but I’ve come to realize that being strong is not necessarily a
good attribute.
It’s why I have ended up here, in my late
fifties, writing about things that happened when I was three, a teen, a young
woman and a married one. I was strong because any sign of weakness left me
vulnerable. Weakness was the worst possible attribute anyone could have. It’s
right up there with being “needy.”
I rather like being vulnerable now. It means
I am surrounded by people I trust.
The smiles I smiled meant forcing down and
subduing any type of sadness or hurt. Ironically, this only adds to the burden
of sadness. Un-cried tears have a way of gathering behind a coffer dam. In my
case, it was more like the Hoover Dam.
It could be one of the reasons I live with
PTSD.
Trauma is defined as a deeply distressing or
disturbing event that overwhelms an individual’s ability to cope.
I’ve learned that trauma is subjectively personal.
There is tremendous potential for anything outside our range of experience to
be traumatic. If I had tears, circumstances justified them. I know this now.
I was in my late teens when my dad died. Mom
handed out Valium. Her way of coping was passed on to me. Numb it, shut it
down, ignore it, by no means talk
about it cause, girl, the feels you feel are no good.
Smile for the camera!
Dad
died suddenly and unexpectedly on December 21st. I have a few photos of the
holiday where we were smiling. The
sadness in our eyes, the strained and tense jaws, and the unspoken grief turned
smiles into deathlike, hollow grins captured forever on film.
Mom
went to a lot of trouble to make Christmas happen despite her, our, abrupt and
shocking loss. We went away the next year.
I never took Valium again but learned to rely
even more heavily on numbing and disassociation whenever emotions got too much.
It was my way to stay strong.
Alcohol was my drug of choice when the first
two seemed to be failing. God freed me before I even knew He was there. It’s
been over two decades since my last drink because God knew (and I know now) how
close I was to becoming an alcoholic. It’s not at all surprising, considering
everything. All addictions begin with a need to turn off pain.
Then came the day when I couldn't be strong any more. It's called a "nervous breakdown" even though it's nothing to do with nerves.
How on earth did writing about being strong
end up here, Lord?
Maybe it’s because I have a better grasp of
what being strong really is. Thanks be to God for that, too.
Strength is admitting I am not strong.
It comes from being able to say, “I don’t
feel like smiling right now.”
It is found in the prayers to my Abba Father saying,
“I have a need.”
It’s
being just fine with telling others the same thing and asking them to pray!
Strength comes from knowing there are days
when there is nothing left in the tank. Sometimes I am okay with this, sometimes not. Sometimes I get annoyed at my lack of fortitude...hah...it's a process.
Strength is admitting I can’t do it alone.
The old way of being strong was fostered by an
inability to trust because too many people broke my trust in terrible ways. Oh…listen
to this!
It’s far better to identify trauma as a time,
an event, a circumstance, when trust is broken.
Wow.
It all makes sense! It’s why there was so
much shock! It’s why I couldn’t cope! It’s why so many events involving people have
been seared into my memory! It’s why I have PTSD! It's a why, why and why everywhere and everywhen!
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Jesus!!
A for real, gen-u-ine, ear to ear smile
erupts on my face!
There is my greatest strength of all: trusting God, my rock and my fortress. He never fails to come through with answers to questions I didn't even know I was asking!
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