It's been exactly one month since my surgery. It both seems like it's been that long and feels as though it was just yesterday. And I can't believe that next week is October. I have completely missed September this year. Actually, I feel stripped of September this year. At least of the one I was supposed to have. No last trips to the beach. No taper runs. No trip to Germany. No marathon. No leading trainings at work. It feels weird to have had a whole month planned and then it just didn't happen. At least, it feels like it didn't happen.
This week, I finally moved back to my apartment. I started working from home. I made myself breakfast, lunch, and dinner...well, most days. Going out to eat in the middle of the day never gets old! My medical leave is ending. And yet, I am still limited in my movements. I'll feel just fine but then move a certain way that I used to in my own house, and I'll feel a twinge and remember. Monday was my first day working from home as a start to a slow return to full time work. I worked on the computer for three hours, took an hour break, worked one more hour, and promptly took a nap. Whew! I'm still not used to this new baseline where I don't have as much energy as I am used to.
I want to just return to my life and it's slow in coming. Small pieces are falling into place, but it feels weird to me when only one part returns and not the rest. I am walking further distances and I am more assured in my steps, but it's not the same as running. I discovered that everything in my apartment is set just a bit lower than at my parents' house so not bending over takes more thinking that it had been while I was staying with my parents. I feel ok reaching up on my right side but not reaching down on my right side. Good changes that point to healing but just when I think I'm "there", I realize I'm not quite.
This past Sunday was the Berlin marathon and I was so sad not to be running. I know that most people wouldn't feel sad about not running a marathon, but I was. My parents were so validating as I shared this emotion and reminded me that for me, this experience was a trauma. Not only for my body, but for me emotionally. My diagnosis came so quickly and in less than 24 hours, all my athletic, fundraising, and travel plans for August and September were cancelled. All of my training seemed for nothing. The thing about long distance racing is that it's not the race that's the hardest thing, it's the training. The race is fun and celebratory and tough in it's own right. But the training, that is what takes it out of you. I participated in all of the difficulties of training and planning but didn't participate in any of the excitement or celebration. That is sad.
At one of my follow-up appointments, my surgeon reminded me that my body is running it's own marathon right now as it heals. I'm trying to think of my healing in this way. I can't just run 26.2 miles the day I sign up. I have to put in the effort of training for months in order to get there. So right now, I'm one month in to a new kind of training. I'm training myself to go easy on my body instead of always pushing. I'm training myself to call it quits at work and take time to rest. I'm training myself to listen to my body and rest when I need to. I'm training myself to be ok with relying on others when I need it (believe it or not, this is very hard for me!). So instead of building mileage, I'm building a new kind of strength to return back to a level I used to be.
I have been faced with disappointment before and I think that I have a pretty good set of coping skills to deal with it. But this was a big one. And moving on has been tough. But I'll get there. One training day at a time.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
accepting anger
Yesterday, I finally got angry. Today, I yelled in therapy. Tomorrow, I was supposed to be leaving for Germany and I'm angry that I'm not going. I was looking forward to that trip since January and have been talking about child sponsorships since about that time. Up until yesterday, I have been fine. I have been calm. I have just accepted that I'm not going, I can't run, and I have to find new ways of coping with my feelings until I can exercise again. And now I'm angry and I'm not sure what to do. I do know that I'm not sorry for being angry. And I'm not ignoring it. So good for me for listening to my therapist self (and my actual therapist for that matter).
The thing about being angry is that many people are afraid of this emotion. I completely get this. When I get angry, I yell, I cry, I say things I don't mean...or things I do mean but they come out in a way I wished they didn't. But if I didn't accept that I was angry, I would never move forward to a better place and feel better. Or address difficulties in a relationship that need to be addressed in order for the relationship to continue to exist. I have seen clients and families over and over ignore their anger or say "don't be angry". I have heard parents request anger management groups for their child but for the wrong reason. Almost as if the group will then remove their child's anger so they don't have to face it, which is totally incorrect. Anger management is learning how to express anger and cope with it, not ignore it or stop feeling angry. No matter how much I encourage families to face their anger, if they continue to ignore and not accept their anger, nothing will get better. Anger in itself is not a bad thing. It's what we do, or don't do, with our anger that creates anxiety, conflict, and depression.
One of my best therapeutic breakthroughs was actually a situation where I knew my decision for a client's care would piss them off. But I had to make that decision for their own well being. This is a client who always ignored their feelings and no matter what their body language indicated what they might be feeling, would respond by saying, "no" or "I'm fine" or "I'm just crying because I'm tired" (uh, it's not my first rodeo but I'll give it to you). So in this case, I called them on their anger and told them to just be angry with me. The session ended by my client storming out and telling me to "Go f*** yourself" to which I responded "I will!" (not my best therapeutic moment, I'll admit, but I'm human too). Our next session, this client returned and apologized to me for their behavior and I in turn apologized for my response. We were able to process their feelings of anger, validate them, and still maintain a good therapeutic relationship. This client learned that not only could they allow themselves to be angry, but that coping with anger had the potential to strengthen relationships instead of destroy them.
As I said, I'm not sure what to do with this anger or who to really be angry at. But like my client, I'm learning to allow myself to be angry to get to the other side. I guess I've been angry at God, although that relates more to unanswered prayers than specifically having back surgery. But it relates. Running is what I do to cope with the fact that those prayers have not been answered. And now, I can't do that so I'm just angry.
So I'm accepting that I'm angry. I'm not ready to move on from it either. It's not that kind of anger where it's stewing and I'm holding onto it. And I know that I will get over this and someday I will be running again and will think, "wow, I learned so much about myself during my medical leave!", but that day is not today. And that's ok.
The thing about being angry is that many people are afraid of this emotion. I completely get this. When I get angry, I yell, I cry, I say things I don't mean...or things I do mean but they come out in a way I wished they didn't. But if I didn't accept that I was angry, I would never move forward to a better place and feel better. Or address difficulties in a relationship that need to be addressed in order for the relationship to continue to exist. I have seen clients and families over and over ignore their anger or say "don't be angry". I have heard parents request anger management groups for their child but for the wrong reason. Almost as if the group will then remove their child's anger so they don't have to face it, which is totally incorrect. Anger management is learning how to express anger and cope with it, not ignore it or stop feeling angry. No matter how much I encourage families to face their anger, if they continue to ignore and not accept their anger, nothing will get better. Anger in itself is not a bad thing. It's what we do, or don't do, with our anger that creates anxiety, conflict, and depression.
One of my best therapeutic breakthroughs was actually a situation where I knew my decision for a client's care would piss them off. But I had to make that decision for their own well being. This is a client who always ignored their feelings and no matter what their body language indicated what they might be feeling, would respond by saying, "no" or "I'm fine" or "I'm just crying because I'm tired" (uh, it's not my first rodeo but I'll give it to you). So in this case, I called them on their anger and told them to just be angry with me. The session ended by my client storming out and telling me to "Go f*** yourself" to which I responded "I will!" (not my best therapeutic moment, I'll admit, but I'm human too). Our next session, this client returned and apologized to me for their behavior and I in turn apologized for my response. We were able to process their feelings of anger, validate them, and still maintain a good therapeutic relationship. This client learned that not only could they allow themselves to be angry, but that coping with anger had the potential to strengthen relationships instead of destroy them.
As I said, I'm not sure what to do with this anger or who to really be angry at. But like my client, I'm learning to allow myself to be angry to get to the other side. I guess I've been angry at God, although that relates more to unanswered prayers than specifically having back surgery. But it relates. Running is what I do to cope with the fact that those prayers have not been answered. And now, I can't do that so I'm just angry.
So I'm accepting that I'm angry. I'm not ready to move on from it either. It's not that kind of anger where it's stewing and I'm holding onto it. And I know that I will get over this and someday I will be running again and will think, "wow, I learned so much about myself during my medical leave!", but that day is not today. And that's ok.
Friday, September 8, 2017
Renewing my mind
"While you wait with Me, I work on renewing your mind."
This was the first line of my daily devotional today. And it struck a chord for me. The past two weeks have been a lot about waiting for me. Waiting to hear a diagnosis. Waiting for my name to be called for an appointment. Waiting for surgery. Waiting to be released from the hospital. Waiting for the pain to subside. Waiting for healing. Waiting for visitors. Waiting to find answers for the next few weeks. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
If you say a word frequently enough, it starts to sound weird. Not only does the word sound weird to me, but the actual act of waiting is weird to me. I can't remember the last time I had so much TIME to literally just wait. Time to slow my life down. Time to focus. But also time for anxiety to start to take it's iron grip on my mind. And waiting can exacerbate this anxiety. Thoughts that include, "is that pain normal?", "what is that ache about?", "what is that puffiness?", and "what are they doing at work?", "will I be able to jump back in after all this time off?", "what if they replace me?", "what if I lose private practice clients?", or "will I be able to run again?", "will I still be able to go to Germany in two weeks and if I can go, SHOULD I go?".
I recognize that many of these thoughts are irrational or at least, exaggerations of a more rational thought process. So when I read that first line of my devotion today, I felt that God was reminding me of what this time and waiting was for. That it is a gift. This time can be spent with God and I can give God my mind. So much of my life the past 8 months has been all about work and work alone. I am realizing that I really don't know how to disconnect myself from my job. I preach this all the time to my clinicians and yet, I really suck at it! I have had so many dreams lately that are full of anxiety. Instead of taking advantage of this much needed and vital rest, my mind has been working overtime when my body has needed to slow down. For some reason, I can't get them both on the same page.
Further down in my devotion, it read: "The more you focus on Me and My Word, the more you can break free from painful, irrational thoughts. The usually have their roots in distressing experiences that wounded you, so the distortions are deeply etched in your brain."
How true this is! Many of these thoughts are based on untruths that I have believed about myself or have allowed others to place upon me from past experiences. I even caught a thought today that I know was rooted in untruths from a past abusive relationship that ended 7 years ago. Talk about being deeply etched! And I'm sure that others are etched more deeply and longer ago than that. Instead of this time becoming a time of rest, healing, and renewal, my mind has continued to break me down.
As usual, God always seems to give me music to go with what I'm going through. At the end of July, Nichole Nordeman (my favorite!) came out with her first full length new album since 2006. I am in love of course! One song that stuck out to me from the beginning is called "Hush, Hush". When I first heard it, this song really related to things I struggling with at work. But now, it is so relevant to every thing I'm experiencing with my body, healing, anxiety, and wondering where God is in all of it. I know He's here and God is more clear to me when I read a devotion like today's and it relates to what I'm feeling. But sometimes, I feel so alone and that's when all those thoughts begin to spiral out of control and all my energy goes toward decreasing anxiety instead of healing my body and finding ways to enjoy the rest. So I continue to cling to this song as my anthem during this time of healing, for however long it may last. And I pray that during this time, my mind will be renewed by the One who loves me more than I know.
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