Recovering Conservative: Welcoming Holy Disruption
Why are you here?
We've asked this question so long ambiguity has become our posture. It's what we woke up forgetting to remember this morning while settling instead for the same motions as yesterday. And I don't have the answer, either. But why are you here, specifically? On a website that houses yet another collection of words written by someone who finds their own mental cacophony important enough to ask you to dive in and see what resonates?
Well, I hope you're here because you recognize I'm a lot like you. I'm tired, cynical sometimes, and more often than not, my self-criticism bleeds out at such a high volume I can't help but lay my hyper-critical hands on the people closest to me. I'm failing forward trying to beat away the negative loops that create depression in me, and I'm tired. Did I say that?
But I don't believe the Universe wastes suffering. But in reality, sometimes our lives contain more suffering than they ought to, and too often people use that suffering or their religion, or fear, or childhood wounds to distance themselves from the very people they desperately need connection with. I know this because I do it, too. So, maybe we're both here for connection.
As a girl, I self-medicated Daddy issues with boys and books before knowing what self-medicating was, I disconnected from my body as a cutting teen hurt over her lost virginity, I drank, pilled, and shame-kinked my way through most of my teens and 20's to a full blown intervention and then relapsed 7 times and tried to kill myself trying to get sober. I finally did, get sober that is. ;) (3.10.15)
Deep suffering bores the holes that deep love fills. And I found mine- in the partner who helped me save my life and the marriage I didn't think was possible, in a first rigid now flexible belief in the Divine, in the children I never wanted, and in the very woman I was so afraid of, that I hid her behind men, alcohol, pharmaceuticals until I was 27. That's what suffering can do; take our pig with lipstick version of things and say "nah, come this way instead.". . . I'm really glad I did.
Above all else, I think everything in life has a lesson to teach and that it's of the "choose your adventure" variety - will we follow despair and disconnection or hope and unity? Even when my neurochemistry works against me, I wanna be someone who chooses hope.
Join along in my words and posts. I'm sure to ponder addiction recovery, religious trauma, psychedelics for mental health, cannabis, motherhood, health/wellness my own mental health, and my journey from box-checking to people-loving.
Reach out. Question. Lean in. Wrestle. Get dirty knowing that the worldly definition of "clean" these days is questionable at best.
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