We Are Only As Sick As Our Secrets

We Are Only As Sick As Our Secrets

I’m 44. I’ve been recovering for years in xxxxx meetings for adult children of xxxxxx. With your help, I now own my past. I live in the present with a God of my understanding, and I face the future without fear. I tell you about the pain. I tell you about the anger. I tell you about my shame. I tell you my secrets. With each telling, I heal. I tell and tell and tell, and I’m not sorry. I’m grateful. You accept me as I am, and I find the hollowed‑out places fill up with love. With each telling my heart mends, and I begin to want to live again.”

That excerpt from one of my daily readers says perfectly what I’ve never managed to articulate for myself. Coming from a long line of people‑erasers and silencers, I’m learning what it means not only to be me, but to be my most peaceful, healthy, complete self. I can always benefit from more affirming words like these from those who have gone before me on the road of recovery. If you have similar words, quotes, or resources, feel free to share them in the comments or by email.

Thank you for being with me.

Here is one of my favorite songs that resonates with my feelings and life experience in general.  Enjoy

Magda Gee

I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.