Sunday 13 May 2018

She's Like You Used To Be (A Mother's Day Encouragement)

The illness affected pretty much every area of my life. The one that was most painful and felt the most hopeless was the strained relationship I had with one of my daughters. Before recovery I had didn’t know how to control my inner environment (everything inside your skin). I hadn’t heard about not giving outer expression to your inner environment. We were very close when she was growing up. I counted myself blessed because she hadn’t really given me some of the usual difficulties that teenagers do. That was to change when she was a young Mom in her early 20’s. I expressed the insecure thoughts I had towards her in-laws and was told point blank; not to interfere in her family. She was cool, calm and chilly towards me after that time. I was afraid that our relationship had been permanently damaged and I spent much of my time preoccupied and worried about it.

Let’s back a little bit. When I came to the doors of recovery 5 years ago I was barely functioning, I could no longer get myself up and go to work. I was on sick leave and determined to find some type of help for myself. I made a call to the Canadian Mental Health Association and one of the counsellors there told me about Recovery Canada. I attended the very next meeting. I was welcomed by the leader and all the members. During the reading of Mental Health Through Will Training I was given hope realizing I wasn’t the only person that felt and thought the way I did.

I worried constantly and was kept awake many a night previewing and reviewing events that had upset me with no tools to stop what I called my “Hampster wheel” from turning. I talked to everyone and anyone who would listen to my problems. My oldest daughter, unfortunately for her was my sounding board for many years.

I heard the spot that complainers don’t get well and slowly learned to stop the complaining habit. I have been known to slip even now on occasion but I excuse myself and move on. I learned to replace my insecure thoughts about my daughter with the secure thought that she loves me but understandably has a difficult time dealing with my illness.

I also went online attended chat meetings, online meetings, joined our Facebook page. It has helped me so much and I owe a debt of gratitude for all the members who spotted and gently encouraged me on my recovery journey. I firmly believe that without the online community I wouldn’t have gained the level of recovery I have attained but just going to one face to face meetings. The fellowship of this group is essential. Dr. Low said he wanted us to associate with each other for many reasons but one was that we could would our strong link areas in a weaker link environment with our members.

I have posted constructed examples about my relationship with my daughter. I can now see they were all part acts in helping to restore our relationship to a healthier and respectful one. I tried, failed, tried failed until I succeeded to learn to control my insecure thoughts. I can now for the most part trigger spot these insecure thoughts about my daughter see them as ridiculous and replace them with secure thoughts.

Before recovery my daughter didn’t come to my place to visit me on a regular basis. She used to drop the grandchildren off for a visit and quickly exit the door before leaving them. Today she comes in for a visit for a couple of hours and I would say she enjoys our visits now.

Yesterday she was talking about going back to work and the new babysitter that will be taking care of the baby. This person jumps to conclusions about what other people mean when they say and do something, gets upset and talks about it. She said “She’s like you used to be” and joked. I guess I’ll be doing lots of listening!

This Mother’s Day I offer encouragement to those who are still working on improving relationships with their children. There is hope!

The method is simple but not easy and takes a good deal of effort but the rewards are immeasurable.

Sunday 6 May 2018

How I came to Recovery International





This is the short story of how I got involved with Recovery International. In terms of depression and anxiety, I was a recidivist –in other words, these were my habitual response to difficulties in life. As a child I cried a lot, probably every night; I remember one time I decided I wouldn’t cry any more and that worked for awhile but of course I started again. As a 17-year-old in my first year of college, I received some counselling from a chaplain then later moved on to a series of counsellors, therapists, doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists, hypnotists, group leaders, etc. even though psychiatry and psychology were frowned on in my family: You just don’t talk about family problems with strangers. If some people are serial monogamists, I was a serial patient.

At the age of 23 and newly married, I had a “panic attack” while driving with my husband over a bridge in our VW Beetle. That was 33 years ago and I still have a bit of a phobia about bridges and tunnels, not to mention confined spaces, heights, airplanes and other things, but have made much progress in understanding how to avoid the vicious cycle.

The symptom I fear and hated the most was a sense of unreality. I’ve learned to recognize the physical symptoms and tempers that lead to that state (tight throat, racing pulse, fearful & angry thoughts and tempers) so I can usually nip it in the bud and avoid it, but if it comes, I can tell myself it’s “distressing but not dangerous” and it will rise and fall and come and go if I let it and don’t attach danger.

I started taking medications following the birth of my first child and have tried–and been thankful for–various ones over the years, but always hated the side effects. A few years ago, my doctor suggested looking into Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy; unfortunately my attempts to find a group in my city were not successful.

Then, serendipitously I met a woman–another participant–in a business skills workshop–and she was the best thing about it! She was involved in a self-help organization called Recovery Inc.–she actually led a face-to-face meeting and was involved in training leaders. I thought about going for a year or so but “couldn’t” because her meeting was on the other side of a bridge, but I finally called her when I had my next “relapse” into depression. Her pithy Recovery statements cut through the veil of unreality and fear I’d surrounded myself with, especially “For every setback there’s a comeback.”

By taking the bus, I managed to attend one of her meetings; I was in another city most of the time by then which didn’t have a face-to-face meeting. I took an inter-city bus for a couple of hours to attend one other meeting “close by”. Then another wonderful thing happened–Recovery International started phone meetings! I was fortunate to be on one of the first ones–it started in the Fall of 2006 and I’ve managed to make just about every meeting since then. I’m not exaggerating when I say it’s my lifeline. Nonetheless, I’m still an apprentice–we’re all apprentices in Recovery. I’m still learning, I’m still coping with bad habits (going for the symbolic victory is particularly pernicious), but now I know I don’t need to be perfect at Recovery practice either.

I’m very grateful for Dr. Low every day. I try to remember to endorse! And I appreciate all the counselors, therapists and friends who’ve helped me out along the way. What they said made a lot of sense, however, I didn’t know how to put their advice and suggestions into practice. Dr. Low’s system provides us with a way to practice every day, on the trivialities of every day life that can otherwise wear us down.

(Shared from a blog from a recovery member)