There is no straight line to healing after an encounter with a psychopath. No clearly defined path that says, step here, go there. For most of us, there are no tools in our lifeboats that will aid us in the process of letting go so that we can move on to live and laugh and love again.
Healing from such an encounter takes energy. It requires a personal commitment to doing what it takes to clear your mind, body and spirit of his or her lies. Healing takes time.
When I first got my life back after the psychopath was arrested I looked at the devastation around me and cried. How could a once vibrant, successful, loving woman have fallen so far from her path? How could she have lost her grace and dignity by loving such a man? I didn’t want to believe that woman was me. I didn’t want to believe my life had crumbled to such disarray. But to heal, I had to accept what was and let go of my disbelief that it couldn’t be true. It was true. I had loved a man who lied. I had fallen into his web and let go of all that I had held true.
Stepping Into Acceptance
That was my first step. Acceptance. Acceptance of my life that day, in that moment. It was in tatters. My home was gone. My life savings evaporated. My belongings disappeared. I had to accept where I was at without falling victim to wishing, ”˜if only’. I had to accept that I had done things that hurt my daughters, my family, my friends, myself. I had to accept that in order to keep the appearance of that relationship alive, I too had lied, deceived and manipulated. In giving into him I had to accept that I had given up on me to the point that I no longer existed as a separate individual. I had conspired with him in my destruction. I had to accept I was a victim of abuse.
Acceptance was hard. Facing the truth of what I had done and what I had become hurt. But, to be free of the past I had to face myself and love myself for the wounded, abused woman that I was and acknowledge that I did not have to stay there. I had to accept that only I could create the change in my life that I desired, that it was up to me. If I wanted to move beyond his abuse, move away from that painful place I found myself in, I would need to find my courage and turn up for myself so that I could step into forgiveness.
The Gift of Forgiveness
And that was my second step. Forgiveness. For all that I had done and said and become that hurt me and everyone in my life. For, no matter how blind or stupid or gullible I had been, no matter how unintentional my actions, I had betrayed the sacred trust I entered into when I gave birth to my daughters. In my betrayal of that trust, I had broken my commitment to be a conscious and loving mother that they could count on to be there for them when they needed me.
Truth was, I hadn’t been there for them. In keeping myself locked in that man’s unholy embrace, I had hurt them. They too had suffered through what he had done, who I had become and what had become of me. For all of us to heal, I needed to forgive myself and to ask for their forgiveness and be willing to accept their right to be angry without picking up their anger for them. In forgiveness, I could lovingly let them move through their pain without forcing them to let it go before they were ready. And in giving them that grace, I gave myself the grace to feel my feelings, without having to deny them, denigrate them, or escape them through searching for myself in someone else’s arms.
My Commitment to Myself
Through forgiveness, I found myself taking my third step. Commitment. To myself, to my daughters, to those who love me. Through my commitment to do what was loving and necessary to get what I needed in my life, I made a commitment to turn up for me, without fear, without judgement, without hesitation. I made a commitment that I would honour my journey, no matter how painful, and keep myself safe on the path to healing by not falling back into remorse, self-denigration, self-abasement and guilt. By committing myself to love myself, warts and all, I gave myself the grace and space to move into my fourth loving step.
Embracing Gratitude
Gratitude. Yes, he had hurt me. Betrayed me. But I was alive. I had the chance to heal, the opportunity to begin again. By stepping into an attitude of gratitude I chose to create harmony, not discord, with all my words and actions. To bemoan what he had done, to focus on his misdeeds would have held me pinioned to the pain of his passing through my life. I deserved better. And so, I embraced gratitude and let regret and remorse go. I did not need to get even with him. I did not need revenge. What I needed was to find my peace of mind, to create a life of harmony without him in it. Every night I wrote out my list of gratitudes, I thanked my angels, God, the Divine. I gave thanks for my life, my daughters’ lives, the love that filled my heart and the opportunity to make amends.
Making Amends
Making amends was my fifth step. Making amends does not mean putting straight other people’s lives. It doesn’t mean righting the past. It means, staying true to who I am today. To keeping my commitments, my word, my promises. It means consciously choosing each step of my journey with dignity and grace, treating my world and everyone in it with integrity, being honest and open about my feelings, my life, my journey. Making amends means asking those I have hurt what they need and being committed to do what it takes to give it to them. Making amends means knowing who I am today and being the best me I can be so that I can live my sixth and final step without reservation.
Living with Grace
There is no easy way through the pain of having loved a psychopath. But, no matter the darkness of the path, the rocks and potholes strewn across the way, the fierce winds that blow or stormy seas we navigate, living with grace gives me the courage to face life’s ups and downs without losing my way. Like a sailboat aiming for shore, my journey is not a straight line. I continually correct my course without losing site of my objective. Standing in my ”˜I’, staying focused on my journey, I am not pulled from my centre by the winds that blow around me. With grace, I turn up, pay attention, speak my truth and stay unattached to the outcome. With grace, I am free to be all that I am meant to be, confident that my best is good enough.
Claudia,
I just read your post on your blog about emotional abuse. It is great! I don’t know how to email you privately, so hope you don’t mind me posting this here. I think you have a typo on that blog where you write: “They may opt for more subtle techniques—such as sarcasm, irony and humiliation”“to make them feel bad about themselves.” They never make themselves feel bad about their own self. As we know!
Thanks for the great blog!
Sky, I wrote about emotional abuse first because both Stockholm Syndrome and trauma bonds are based on them (meaning emotional abuse occurs in both and holds the victims captive). Later this week I’ll post on Stockholm Syndrome, which I researched before. But I’ve learned a lot about trauma bonds from you, Kim and others. So if you’d like to write something about trauma bonds, given you have so much experience with it, that would be great. It might help you process your emotions and it would build upon what I’m writing about this week.
Neveragain, thank you for reading my post and for pointing out the error. I’ll correct it right away. If you wish to contact me directly, you can do it via my linkedin account (if you also have one) or ask Donna for my email. I’m glad I met you guys! Thanks for your valuable perspectives.
Claudia,
I’d love to share with you as well via email if I may have your permission!
I have an idea about how to present emotional abuse to survivors. It might sound kinda quirky, but I think, after doing research on emotional abuse, there needs to be some clear examples. Anyway, by sharing this idea with you, perhaps you might consider it as an option and take off with it within the context of your writing. I enjoy it.
I use to write. I was pretty good at it. I’m not good at it anymore. I lost the ability to articulate clearly and creatively. I decided to take two psych classes and a writing class to learn all over again to open my creativity channels 🙂
LL
Oh, my I need to check out her article. You just posted this Claudia?
LL
LL, Yes, I just wrote today the post about emotional abuse. I can’t wait to read about your creative idea.
Claudia,
I sure will! I’m really excited to share it!
I was listening to Sky’s link, so off to your site now lol!
Sky, great link! I’ll be taking more time to listen to the rest too!
I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy audio reading!
I use to love poetry readings and such!
LL
EDEN,
Are you out there? I have a question about real estate in L.A.
LL,
glad you liked it, I wish I could listen again, but too busy now.
I want you all to know that remembering your words and your pain kept me from reaching out to my ex tonight.
I was near where he lives, visiting a friend.
As I drove home, I considered driving past his house knowing he would be coming home from work and that I would probably see him.
I wanted to do that so badly…to see him, to hear his voice, to know he is okay.
But I kept driving and after I put a few miles between me and that feeling, it got a little easier.
And knowing that I could come home and reach out to you saved me from myself. To connect with him in any way is foolish. It would reinvite the pain, and worse.
So thank you for saving me tonight.
Hey trimama – Lovefraud and it’s peep’s have gotten me through many times like that…time and distance are on your side – glad you made it home – and happy we dont have to boink ya for doin something you would have regretted. Good for you trimamaorama
YES!!
Trimama, you don’t need the misery and waste of life that I endured for 25 years.
KUDOS! TO YOU!
You were strong and you’re going to get stronger.
Your life will change for the better. I GUARANTEE IT.