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.
You won’t believe this, but the friend I was visiting said the same thing!
Time and distance!
It was the idea of coming home and being able to connect with you all that kept me grounded. The pull to see him was so great. It has been over two weeks since I’ve seen him….the longest we have ever gone. And it is painful.
But remembering the pain and the endless cycle I would have set in motion had I swung through kept my hands on the wheel and the car moving straight instead of turning onto that street.
And remembering what Ox Drover said about Jessica. I could be her. This man has tried to strangle me twice. He is very strong and gets very angry.
So thank you, and God Bless!
Trimama –
Good girl! TOWANDA for you!!!! Please stay strong.
All right, so tell me how pathetic this is. I have figured out a way to get through my depression. I don’t have any trusted real life person I can talk to to get some of this pain out. So I made one up. Is that pathetic or what? But the made up person is actually someone I once got really close to – it’s the guy in Costa Rica. Even though we are no longer corresponding, if I imagine we are still close and that he cares about me and that I can open up to him, it gives me some hope and some reason to keep going. I was just taking a long bath, and I imagined having a conversation with him and letting some of the feelings out. It helped, even though it feels like a bottomless pit. Kind of like how the Tom Hanks character in Castaway talked to a volleyball for 4 years when he was stranded on that deserted island alone. I have to have SOMEone, even if it’s an imaginary someone. So I’m conjuring up Raymond for now. My best friend is an imaginary one. I guess some people talk to God or to their cats. That doesn’t work for me. And I don’t trust most therapists.
Trimama,
I don’t even know you but I’m very proud of you. It gets easier. Every time you can resist the addiction withdrawal, you build strength.
Awww (((Star))),
I know what you mean. For the longest time, I wished I could figure out a way to have a split personality just so I’d have someone who cared about me.
LOL, not really kidding. That’s the only way I could figure out to solve this problem.
Star,
I say whatever works for you, do it. Whatever it takes, do it. As long as its healthy.
**whispering** I talk to my imaginary friend in my car** 🙂
BUT I also talk to God. A lot.
LL
Oh and I do bore my wiener to tears too 🙂
LL,
your POOR wiener!
LOL!
I’m imagining tears coming out of his eyes and he jumps out of the car. rotflol.
You should have seen what I did with my cat before he went to live with his grandma. When I visit him he runs away.
OK, it wasn’t that bad.. I just kissed his face and belly profusely. He hated it.
Star –
Oh sweetie! If you want a REAL person to talk to, tell Donna you can have my email address…I’ll talk to you. x
Star, I see nothing wrong with talking to imaginary people, because I think it can be healing. I’m curious what kind of conversation you had with the imaginary Costa Rican, Raymond (did I get his name right?). Not my business, but think about it. Ok?
First off you say, “I guess some people talk to God, or their cats, that doesn’t work for me.”
But talking to an imaginary X lover works? Star, how long were you involved with this guy. Was it long enough for any real intimacy to evolve….what was the nature of this relationship…sexual? Did you feel close to him because he responded to you sexually, and reinforced your needs for approval, acceptance, and love via a short sexual relationship?
Star, Do you realize that you have made this guy a God (symbolically)
..and that you think a sexual/romantic relationship will save you?
Am I wrong? I could be way off base, Star, and I don’t mind if you tell me in no uncertain terms that I am….I don’t want to come off like the critical know it all biatch whose got it so together, because I don’t> Trust me, I HAVE THE SAME ISSUES. That’s why I recognize it.
I have issues with religion, too. I don’t want to go to church…ah, No thanks. Not my cup of tea. But I have managed to find a God I can understand and trust. I think that is a really important beginning in healing.
IMO that is where you are at.
Investigate and experiment. Try talking to a loving higher power. Tell him the truth about how you feel. If you don’t believe in him, tell him. If you are mad at him, tell him. God is big enough and secure enough and loving enough to take it.
Over time you may begin to feel a connection.
This is just my experience, and I could be way off. The last thing I want to be is preachy….so, I hope you take this in the spirit that I wrote it.
I hope you feel less lonely very soon.