Today, I will apply the concept of detachment, to the best of my ability, in my relationships. If I can’t let go completely, I’ll try to “hang on loose”.
The Language of Letting Go
While reading the preamble to today’s affirmation, I came across this:
Detachment is not something we do once. It’s a daily behaviour in recovery.
Eureka! I have no idea why I hadn’t figured this out already.
Letting it go (i.e. detachment) has been so hard for me. Oh how I wish I could take a pill and erase that period of my life from my memory. As much as I resolved to move on, not care, forget, not bother, stop wasting my time etc. etc., thoughts of the past incessantly creep into my conscious mind. I vent – I vent a lot. I share (verbally or through this blog (if anyone’s reading)) when I have thoughts or memories of him. After being silenced (I was controlled and I covered up the abuse to protect the monster that I (am ashamed to say) once loved), I find it cathartic to speak freely. I don’t have anyone denying that they’re abusing me and that my ill treatment is a consequence of my behaviour. It’s like going on a strict diet, getting to your ideal weight and then going for an all-you-can-eat buffet. Bad analogy, but hey, I’m hungry and I’m dieting.
What does this mean for me? Well, I don’t have to feel bad that I’m unable to simply erase him from my memory. I have to remind myself that this is a process, and that detachment happens gradually. Each time a thought of him comes up, I can just let it go and not beat myself up because I’m not able to make it disappear completely.
Slowly but surely, I’m drifting towards the horizon.