Walloped,
You are who you've chosen to be, and you will be again whom you choose to be. You've done it before; you'll do it again.
I, too, knew, even in the midst of my shock and trauma, that I was going to be okay. I didn't have any idea what I was in for, or how long it would take, but I knew I was going to make it.
The pain was so intense, though, I first decided that I was going to do EVERYTHING possible to accelerate my healing--I did IC; went on a powerful men's weekend; joined a men's group dedicated to dealing with emotional health (how about that one, eh? They are fucking awesome); went to Mass every day; chapel, too; exercised/swam every day; went to a spiritual, "silent" retreat (which was also terrific); joined a DivorceCare group sponsored by my local parish; went to additional monthly meetings of the same type; befriended a priest whom I consulted; etc, etc, etc. Whatever I thought would speed up the process, I jumped in.
(On a side note, it was when I finally let go of my need to control the timing of my healing, that big jumps in recovery occurred. But that's the subject of another post! Somebody joked that I was trying "speed grief." They were right; healing doesn't work like that.)
Anyway, I learned in more than one place that happiness is a choice. And when I got that message in full, I deeply resolved (and I am a dedicated, persistent SOB) that I was going to build my life out of that notion, even when I still was in so much pain.
I committed to doing the right thing for me, every chance I could. When I didn't know what that was, I prayed for help. I still do. I leaned more and more on God, and have received so many blessings from Him.
Ultimately, we have no control over others. The world's going to do what the world's going to do. The only thing we can control is how we respond. And you already have IN PLACE the building blocks of faith, integrity, honor, and character to guide you.
I saw my now deceased mother be embittered the rest of her life after my father left her for a string of other women. (Oh, how I now understand her grief! I know now that I only watched her go through it. Only now do I truly understand, and have said over her grave how sorry I am for what she endured.)
I resolved I wasn't going to experience it as she did. As I was sharing this with a friend recently, he offered, "She carried that burden every day, so you don't have to. She carried buckets down to the water, filled them up, and brought them back on her shoulders so you'd be able to make a different choice." What a gift I got from him that day. And from her so many years ago.
God doesn't create suffering for us, but He enables us to grow in faith, compassion, and love through the pain, and to come closer to Him--if we choose. There are so many gifts in each of our lives; things for which we can be thankful.
I know you don't know it, yet, Walloped, but I do... You have a beautiful future ahead of you. You've already shown what you are made of. You aren't just going to recover from this trauma; you're going to become an even better person from it. And that will happen because you'll choose it.
Blessings, LA
[This message edited by livinganew at 5:40 PM, August 12th (Wednesday)]