“I care for you and I love you.”
Will you even be able to grasp that? The comment made to me from my counselor of four years in our apparent exit telephone conversation. We had a nice relationship as counselor and client. How could we not? The trust in her and care and a love felt was present from one another, along with the boundaries required in this equation.
There had been times I wish we had a friendship rather than being counselor/client but knowing I needed her in that role, I was able to adapt and respect it.
Our last conversation and toward the end, those words were said to me. While I knew I loved her as my counselor, a sister-like friend, I never expected to hear that from her. It definitely took me by surprise, and I froze. Did I hear that correctly as I gasped and rehearsed in my mind? Minutes later, to hear her say lightly, “will you even grasp what I just said?” Still in shock, I did not know. I heard her say that, questioning me because she knows me so well. I did not respond because of my shock and questioning myself if I heard her correctly or did I just hope and imagine that comment. While I know she did, the surprise was shocking. I do know, and I have repeated those words almost daily if not more, I still do.
You see, I never heard those words, ‘I love you’ growing up and still in a dead marriage of almost thirty years, nothing. Always, just to expect they loved me, leaving a big void in my life. So for me to gasp and wonder if I heard her correctly, it is understandable. Sometimes my heart aches from a lack of love. That, too, would be normal to feel, a definite loss.
Deep within, I do grasp those words as I repeat them as I mentioned; but also at times I question the validity just because it is not a usual comment made to me. Love, I always have to wonder or in my case, ponder.
So many throw around the words of ‘love you’ and ‘love ya’ and while they are true, I desire sincerity. Love means more to me than a word spoken freely. With her words, I felt them and I wanted to hold onto them. I need to, in order to get through the loss.
So as I grasp the words from her or others that are sincere, I do hold onto them and it seems like I put them in a treasure chest within my heart to keep.
To hear them, to feel them is to grasp and hold onto them forever.
Be sincere with your love spoken.
Being one that never heard ‘I Love You’ ever in my life by my parents or family members, I find that I freeze when I do hear those words from others and especially someone that I look up to, usually in a motherly role to me. Whether it be shock or just trying to burn them in my mind so I never forget and hold onto, for when I need it.
I never could understand this whole scenario that I do until just the last several years. The abandonment and attachment issues I felt growing up left a big void within my life. I recognize that now thanks to my Counselor. While that little girl in me, attaches to motherly influences, and only a select few get that honor, but I can now stand back and figure out why it is happening.
Sometimes I just ponder what it would have been like in life to hear those words growing up. Perhaps I hear and appreciate the words more now and know the difference in true, heart-felt words spoken from another’s mouth that came from their heart. So many times I hear those words just thrown around, as in saying have a good day or see you later. I want the one-on-one, maybe with a hug or holding my hand and if on the telephone, a hesitation and those words spoken to me of I Love You. I want them to profoundly affect my heart and remain in my memory bank.
Those moments, I find that I write them down with a date in order to re-read them over and over in case I feel that they never were said. Did that really happen, were they really said or am I making it up pretending I heard ? If more recent, I find I repeat them often out loud in the moments I need reassurance, or just to remind myself that they were actually spoken…to me.
Being one of not receiving love spoken or shown in life but just knowing I was loved and cared for, because my goodness I am their child and/or a family member, it makes you grow up wondering and doubting what love really is and what it feels like.
Having two children, that is as close as I know what love is, as they are my life. Being married, I thought that was love until broken and hurt although I care, but it’s limited. A broken heart is hard to mend even though forgiveness comes and there is peace. The heart still aches with much hurt and reluctance to ever trust or love again. Leaving me with a doubt of love that emerges yet again, as a child and I just exist.
Recently, I had somebody say to me, and she was one that ended up in my select few, but said, ‘I care for you and I love you.’ I froze. Typical in the flight/fright/freeze mode that happens with childhood emotional neglect and abandonment issues also. In this instance and the quietness on the telephone afterward, I was questioning my hearing from this person’s words, which took me by surprise. I did not know whether to laugh or cry from shock. Totally not expected from her.
Those words, I wanted them etched in my brain to hold onto. Will my heart truly feel them or ever believe them? With her knowing me so well, she even asked if I would. As I repeat them over and over, even today, there is a shock within. I smile and at times I cry rehearsing those words spoken to me. Help me to believe and feel the care and love, Lord.
Even with the Lord, I know He loves me. I know He has His Hand upon me. The older I get, seeing how He has led and directed my path so far and has blessed me, how can I not believe He loves me. He is all I have sometimes, a lot of times. Still, I question His Love at times, too. I have to believe and know because I know He Loves Me. Faith.
So many people need to know that they are cared for, to be encouraged and to know they are loved. There is a lot of hurting people out there around us with masks on pretending all is well when behind the mask, they are falling apart. How do I know? I have worn that mask all my life.
Childhood emotional neglect and all the crazy, mixed up things that are tied with it can wreak havoc on the young and having lasting effects on the grown ups. They just want and need to feel sincere love.
What do I do? Where do I go?
Today, after four years of weekly counseling visits, sometimes two, of course minus vacation weeks by my counselor or sickness of either one of us, has ended. It has been long, hard, insightful and an investment that I would do all over again.
It was meant to be that I found her at the time in my life. I was going down and going fast. The Lord directed my steps and used her to help me. Forever, I will be grateful.
Now, I am faced moreso after basically an exit telephone call due to some health issues for her. I’m lost! The abandonment and attachment that has been with me as a child, which has been a part of our client/counselor relationship, knowingly and us working through, but no more. What do I do?
The thought of starting and being encouraged from her to find another, I feel a dread within. It’s exhausting to break in another counselor. I don’t want to rehearse my past. Is it possible to highlight but move forward in healing or will the new one want to know all the good, bad and the ugly to bring me back to where I am today? Then, what if they leave? Abandoned yet again.
Its crazy to know I need a new counselor to deal with my last counselor but the grieving process is overwhelming at times. While some may not understand, realize that this woman has been a part of my life for four years. We both invested in one another. Things we have discussed, only God knows besides her. That’s huge!
I felt closer to her than my own siblings. While they love me, they don’t know me. Never did. I truly have been blessed but now I walk blindly trying to know what to do. Lord, put another Christian Counselor, as you did before, in my path so I can continue on my journey and heal from the hurts within.
My heart will forever be thankful but for the time being, it hurts.
I have strength to get through this hurdle that is before me and the next moment tears are rolling down my face in sadness. My life has been turned around yet again. Loss after loss.
Not necessarialy in death, as that is another whole grief that presents itself. Still, it’s grief.
I have many friends and acquaintances but my true, deep friends live a million miles away, in seems. These are those that I have entrusted my personal life into and they into me.
One had moved several years ago to Arizona and we keep in contact quite regularly by text, almost daily. So in essence, I can make believe she is still near until the loneliness of our face-to-face togetherness is not possible. to meet up.
My other dear friend, that I met in Sunday School many years ago lived about an hour away and we would get together almost monthly to shop and eat. For some reason, her and her husband thought it would be a good idea to move closer to their son and the hospital where he was having Cancer treatment. Did they ask me? Certainly not. How dare them. I joked through this with them but I took it hard.
The time came and the going-away party happened, moving trucks hauled their possessions several states away and I am left. While I was happy, and sad, for them, I did not realize how much this affected me until weeks and months later. I am like an alone, lost puppy dog.
While adjusting to what it is, we have managed to pull the texts together moreso and it helps. The moving and settling in has eased and now there is time for me. It’s all about me, right?
Of course, I have other people in my life, it’s just not them, the connection and closeness.
Getting over all that and feeling a sense of order once again, I get hit with a harder blow this week. My wonderful counselor is taking an immediate leave of absense. Now what do I do?
I get a grip and then I lose the grip and tears fall like Niagara Falls. Lost at sea and feeling the turbulent waters all around me.
Bringing it back into reasoning, I know she has invested in me and my life, so much. While I know that and comprehend all the wisdom, knowledge, advice and care, my mind explodes thinking we are not done. I need to know this, that or another. OMG!
There was stability and routine, as I met weekly or at times twice a week with her. Again, I feel alone and lost. Deep down, I know there is a plan but fear is always lurking around to discourage my very being.
Thankfully, I know when the tears fall and my mind goes haywire over my loss(es), showing me the pit of despair I feel, The Lord is always there. I will get there but it seems it takes forever. No matter what, He will never leave me nor forsake me. Remind me Lord!
I am blessed to have two Godly friends, one in the East and one in the West. To have a woman of God as my Christian Counselor for years, I have been truly blessed.
Today, taking a break from finishing this and going to church, the message was on point. Goodness and Mercy go before me. His Mercy will hold me through this emotional pain, only if I allow Him and remove my pride to control and remain in this and trust Him. He is there for me. I must depend upon Him. Only through Him can I get through, not my counselor, although she is awesome and very dear to me; not even my friends or any other. He is the One. Again, remind me over and over.
On my drive home, thinking of my circumstances, what I just heard from my Pastor, years of wisdom in my counseling sessions, I feel I am again dealing with abandonment. Realizing that, I am just glad I know what it is, where before when I was left or felt alone, I did not. My counselor invested a lot of time and her wisdom into me, now to use and practice solo.
So as this hits and usually hits hard and the tears flow, I notice what I am telling myself, what emotions, how it affects my body in my breathing and my body posture and bodily sensations and get a handle on it instead of freezing in a fear/panic state.
To freeze in a fear state, I have done that all my life and it comes so natural. Knowing she did not leave on purpose or because of me but due to health issues. Realizing all of this, it is like a mama bird pushing her baby bird out of the nest. Don’t like it. Don’t like it one bit but here I am, it’s time to fly.
Lord, remind me over and over again that YOU will NEVER leave me.
The untold story will wreck havoc on a family so in denial. Where to even begin. Is it a book that is written in annomity or by fact?
Kind of reminds me of the book, The Help. You know the characters but you have to surmise and wonder.
That’s where I am. Where to begin. I have bits and pieces all around me in notes, actual chapters of how and what went down but putting them all together and tying it together, is yet another thing.
We can all write a book probably and I sometimes think why would I want to add another to the shelves that are way more popular and exquisite than mine would be. Still, I have an untold story that just may bring hope to another. Or at least add to some juicy gossip.
Who knows what will transpire but if it is meant to be, it will.
Walking tonight with my earbuds in listening to a Christian radio station, as I do when walking alone, I am also alone in my thoughts and prayers. So many of the songs, I could have written myself. Of course, the thought, why didn’t I write that song, as I could be rich crosses my mind but I continue walking remembering all the heartache, the sadness, loneliness and on and on. The words are within in my heart but not on paper. Oh how He knows my name, how He lifts me up and will never let me down. If we take time, I bet each of us can write a song of the test and trials we have each gone through. Thankfully the music artists have done just that so we can listen to and feel deep within. Hope is knowing we are not alone and through each song, somebody experienced pain to get there. Realize you have words within. While they may not make the billboard or any further than your thoughts, they are your words and the Lord hears and understands them.