For people who feel like their love lives are lacking, Valentine’s Day can be really miserable. I know. I spent far more years of my adult life alone than I spent attached.
Pining for romance makes us vulnerable to the sweet nothings of the sociopath. Of course, we don’t realize when we hear those smooth, silky words that they literally are nothings—empty promises. We think they’re the answers to our prayers. Our dreams come true.
Then, at some point, we shockingly discover that our “relationship” with Prince or Princess Charming is nothing but a cruel mirage. We’ve been tricked. We find ourselves once again single, but now we’re also carrying whatever additional devastation the sociopath has wrought—embarrassment, rage, doubt, illness, debt, a multitude of losses.
The pain and emotional turmoil are so overwhelming that we feel like we’ll never recover. Or, perhaps we passed through the worst of the trauma and now we’re just tired, too exhausted to care about Valentine’s Day. Or, we still want to fill that empty hole within us, but our faith in our own judgment is severely shaken. How can we feel better?
The answer is always to heal our own hearts. Much of my book, Love Fraud—How marriage to a sociopath fulfilled my spiritual plan, is about discovering how to do exactly that.
Deciding to heal
The first step is deciding to heal. When we’re in the midst of the trauma, this may feel counterintuitive. We want somebody to do something about the sociopath. We want somebody to deliver us from our circumstances. We want somebody to fix us.
Unfortunately, it’s rare for the situation to change quickly enough to make us feel better. But we don’t have to wait for changed circumstances in order to begin healing. In fact, we shouldn’t wait, because that’s not the way the energy of life works. First we heal ourselves, then the circumstances change.
Pursuing healing requires conscious action, participation on our part. It is something we do, not something that we wait for. So how do we pursue healing? By purposely finding peace and moments of joy.
Peace and joy
Yes, we can find peace within us, even as the storm rages around us. You can use any method that is comfortable and comforting, such as quiet contemplation, meditation, prayer, religious services, walking in nature, listening to music, or any activity that brings a sense of stillness and calm.
At first, we may feel only fleeting moments of peace before we are interrupted by stressful thoughts of our circumstances. That’s okay. Keep trying, and little by little, you’ll find that you’re able to hold on to the peace for longer and longer periods of time.
Then, as you go through your day, look for moments of joy wherever you can find them. Maybe you find a sock that you thought the washing machine ate. Maybe you get a good parking spot. Maybe a clerk in a store is helpful. Maybe a friend takes you out to lunch. Notice those little treasures, no matter how small. And when you do, say a small prayer of gratitude—it can be as quick as the words, “Thank you.”
What happens when you focus on peace and joy? It reduces your stress, which deactivates your fight or flight response, which allows your body’s natural healing capacity to do its job. I’ll be talking more about this in a future blog post, but for now, know that focusing on peace and joy starts the process of change.
Miracles
Healing your heart is always the answer. When we work on healing our hearts, miracles happen. When we create peace, harmony and health within us, our life circumstances improve as well.
I know this for a fact, because it happened in my life. I worked on changing my inner landscape, and as I made progress, my life got better. It took time, but I finally let go, emotionally, of the sociopathic ex-husband. As soon as I did, I met Terry Kelly, the man who became my new husband.
Terry and I are now in the midst of what we call “Love Week—”the celebration of our wedding anniversary and Valentine’s Day. We go out to dinner. We indulge in a one-pound box of chocolate and slowly nibble away, a couple of pieces at a time. Best of all, we exchange mushy sweet somethings, words that reflect our love and happiness.
True love feels like a miracle, but in reality, it is a direct result of a healed heart.
I agree, especially when you say, “recovery is a journey and not an event”. For many of us, myself included, disfunction, and defense mechinisms are so deeply ingrained that it takes a constant self appraisal to overcome the tendancy to slip back into them, without our even knowing it.
Slipping back into what is familiar and normal to us, IS NORMAL. What is a miracle is when we don’t slip, but manage to change….really change. Our way of percieving ourselves and others and the world we live in. That isn’t something that happens overnight and it isn’t something we just will to happen. In fact it can be down-right exhausting. It’s hard work, and at times, I remember being really pissed off that I had to work so hard just to get by….why is that?
Relapse is actually something to be expeted, but, if you have good friends who are working on the same kind of issues, they can help you identify the slippage. And that’s a remarkable thing, because most of the time we don’t see it in ourselves. We are stubborn and willfull and want it our way. We don’t always see how we lie to ourselves.
If it took me 50 years to get to be the person I am, how long does it take to change some of my fundamental weaknesses? More than a few months, I would assume.
Yep. It’s not an event. It’s a journey.
OOh wait….Let’s hit Silvers on the way!
YUM!
I’m nuking my lasagna as we speak…….
When we make statements of ‘fact’ with a defensive undertone…..such as….I WILL NEVER……it’s impossible……Theres NO WAY I…….
That always peaks my interest…….
Sometimes we do that with the need of talking ourselved into believing what we are saying…..
Those words are not meant for the reader…..they are meant for ourslves…..
If we say it over and over…..we will believe it….it makes it true……..
We must be careful not to get too cocky with our own words….
The fall is hard from that pedestal.
EB, don’t you get tired of eating the same thing day in and day out? I do. Maybe I’m a food spath. I like variety. It’s the spice of life. 🙂
I do like Stoeffers Lasagnia, though, and they make the best mac and cheese you can buy.
Silver, I will try your soup. It sounds good. Especially the parm garnish and garlic bread!
Ladies, Lunch is ON anytime
Kim, some times I think we need the pissed off energy just to keep going. Like after burners on a rocket to keep it on orbit.
Here’s to making the laps with folks like you!
Oh, EB, this is really quite yummy: Tator tot pie. Like shepards pie, but made with tator tots instead of mashed potatos. Top with cheddar cheese. It’s easy, and kids really like it…even those who are 43 and 51. LOL.
I have a story I want to share”..
I had a very touching Valentines day—The real Love of my life reached out to me yesterday.
I’ve been in this mans life for 19 years”.and he appeared yesterday…..of all days.
Go figure……
He is very tall and handsome”.big heart—..the kind of man who cares about others, yet has quirks of his own which can drive a person crazy.
He came out of nowhere”.bearing gifts. I’ve never seen this side of this man on Valentines day—and I have to say”..I was so very touched.
I enjoyed our time immensely”..and I’m going to do this more often with this man—
I will profess”..He loves me and I love him—a love like no other!
He brought me chocolates”.I was so shocked when he appeared at my house in the afternoon and then presented me with a box of chocolates from behind his back.
He hugged me tight and told me he loved me.
He went back to work”..and left me shocked at his warm gestures and love.
Much to my amazement”..(and quite frankly scared the shit out of me)”..he showed back up at 11pm on my doorstep”..no call, no warning”..he knocked on my door”.I had no idea who it was—I asked who was there—no answer”..Holly going NUTS—Me still on a sugar high from plowing through the box of chocolates from earlier, heart pounding—.
I peek out the blinds—and there he stands”..the love of my life.
I opened the door with an open heart—.happy to see him”..to end my Valentines day with another warm embrace.
As I opened the door—one red rose falls into my hands—.UGH”..a ROSE!!!!
My love presented me with a rose—.my heart melted—
PUDDY……
Once again, he professed his love”..
I was caught up in the moment—.
He stayed until the wee hours of the morning…..laughing and giggling like kids……something I havn’t done in so long…..
We told jokes and talked about the past……
It was all very comfortable….and easy. The way love should be.
He left at 1:30 in the morning…..
Upon his departure….We enjoyed another embrace……He looked me in the eyes and said—.
Thank you for being my mom.
Old…..yes Kimmie…..but easy.
Easy is good right now……
That will all change when I am settled…..I’ll become Ms. Betsy Cracker again in the kitchen.
Dear EB,
Tears to my eyes, of course! I am so happy for you!
I’ve got one of those wonderful young men in my life too—though he didn’t bring me chocolates (because he loves me and Knows I don’t need them! LOL) but he did spend quality time with me on VD and every day! That’s the best kind of love there is! Congratulations to you and every other mom and dad out there who has a loving kid!
I’m glad yours showed you something VERY SPECIAL! (((hugs)))
Oh, EB. That brought tears to my eyes. You are truly blessed!