I’m addicted to pain

Apparently I’m still an addict

I keep finding myself in situations that I KNOW are going to cause me pain, yet I continue. I found this article on Pain Addiction. So I’m sharing with you. :

“Emotional pain can become an addiction. A negative feeling, such as anger, worry, grief, fear, or depression, can become so habitual that you cannot live without it. There are physical as well as mental reasons for emotional pain addiction.
When a person is continuously stressed by emotional pain, there are subtle changes in the body that create a dependency on stress-related chemistry. Changing habitual patterns of pain can be as difficult as giving up an addictive substance, such as nicotine, alcohol, or even heroin. The emotional pain addict unconsciously seeks out situations that are sure to result in pain. A history of prolonged, negative, stressful relationships is usually symptomatic of emotional pain addiction. The feelings of love and pain are so frequently associated that they become one and the same. Loving unavailable people and staying in intolerable relationships, for example, are signs that love and pain have become intertwined. There are many such pain-linked feelings in the repertoire of pain addiction. Understanding the physiological part of emotional pain addiction can make breaking these patterns easier.
The Physiology of Pain Addiction
On a physical level, the addiction is not really to pain, but primarily to free-flowing endorphins that accompany the pain. Endorphins are a hormone-like substance that the body releases whenever a pain or injury is experienced. They are very similar in structure and effect to the opiates, like heroin and morphine. Endorphins are pain-killers. When you stub your toe you feel a sharp pain, immediately followed by numbness, which accompanies the anaesthetizing endorphins. The feeling of numbness associated with endorphin release is not unpleasant and, in fact, can be an almost euphoric sensation. People who exercise vigorously are familiar with this feeling.
All strain on the body yields endorphins. Emotional stress, like physical stress, leads to strain. If the strain is constant, the body sends a continuous stream of endorphins, which results in a dull (and barely noticeable) anesthetic effect. When endorphin flooding is part of everyday life, the senses are actually deadened. Workaholics experience this, but just as in the toe-stubbing example, the feeling can be somewhat pleasant.
With sustained endorphin release you can still feel emotions, but only if they are intense, such as anger, rage, sorrow and fear. These trigger further endorphin release, which can lead to further emotional numbing. And once you become used to living an endorphin-filled existence, it is hard to give it up. With so much pain-killing substance running through your body, there is a sense of security that makes you feel safer in the world. It’s a shield inside the body that protects you from subtle feelings that are more difficult to block, like tenderness, vulnerability, and love.


Changing the Pattern
Once a person is addicted to pain, breaking the habit takes considerable strength. It also requires external support. The unconscious craving for stress and pain drives the isolated pain addict to make decisions that are based on need rather than wisdom. Unfortunately, emotional pain addicts do not usually have supportive relationships. They tend to gravitate towards partners who become a source of pain. Friends, family, and professional counselors are usually the best source of help. It is important that the support persons understand the inherent difficulty of withdrawal from pain addiction. If psychotherapy is used, it is helpful that the therapist be familiar with addictions and brain chemistry. Dynamic interventions seem to be the most effective approaches; they include Gestalt Therapy, the Intense-Feeling Process, and Bioenergetics.
Unfortunately, there are currently no Pain Addicts Anonymous or Pain-anon meetings, so it is up to friends, family, and professionals to help. But their effectiveness is limited if they do not grasp the true nature of pain addiction. Acknowledgment, encouragement, patience, and nurturance are the essential tools. Criticism, anger, and provoking guilt do not help the pain addict. On the contrary, they drive the pain addict deeper into the addiction.
Overcoming emotional pain addiction can take a long time. To the pain addict, a life without pain is completely unfamiliar. There are frequent reports of a frightening void that yearns to be filled when pain is no longer dominant. In many ways it’s like being without drugs after years of dependency. The goal is to replace stress with relaxation, chaotic relationships with supportive ones, and self-deprivation with self-nurturance.
It takes about six months to allow the system to function without the need for constant pain. The work, however, is not as difficult as it may seem, because positive changes are felt along the way. Life is filled with color instead of grayness, joy instead of dullness. Grace replaces tension, and a person’s natural beauty unfolds, in some cases for the very first time.
(thepositivemind.com)

Admitting I have a problem is half the cure, right?

It is in my power

as I read theses blog posts that I wrote a year ago (almost exactly)… It jars memories but it also shows me how far we’ve come and how wonderful we are doing without him!

I haven’t written much lately regarding my separation. Honestly, I’ve been doing GREAT! Until these last few days. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still doing really good, but I’ve let him “get to me” a few times.
My oldest daughter (who originally wanted nothing to do with me at the beginning of this) has come around and started talking to me. She shared her hurts and pains about how he doesn’t keep in touch with her. She gave him a place to stay, gave him money, and other things. He does not respond to her attempts to contact him. I really like what she said. She said that he WANTS everyone to push him away, so he can sit back and be the victim. She also said that she refuses to give him that satisfaction. As she painfully continues to make contact with him.
It’s been a volatile week emotionally when it comes to him. I want to get to a place where I no longer let him have power over my emotions. I’ve already cussed him out on a few occasions. Gosh. I hate that I have stooped to his level. Thank goodness life is a journey of trial and error and learning. I still have a lot to learn. Today, my goal is to not to allow him power over me and my emotions. Wish me luck! :)

To you from me (August 2014)

I was finally getting over you
When you showed up again
Reminding me you devalue
Everything I represent

Just another stepping stone
To take me where I should
Showed me that I’ve grown
From all that I’ve withstood

Thank you for the horrible times
Thought for sure I’d die
From words so ugly and unkind
Left with no reply

You’ve made me what I am today
A woman bold and strong
Like a Phoenix I’ll display
Badges from your wrongs

I know I do not owe you this
Quite contrary I would say
Even though I’m thoroughly pissed
And this will sound cliche

“I forgive you”, though you don’t deserve it
So I do it for myself
I know it’s selfish I admit
To myself I give this gift

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“Boom”

August 2014

Ok. Vent time.
Here I am, had a wonderful weekend, having a great morning, then “BOOM!” A text from the ex. Apparently someone is sending him video text invites. He thinks it is my lover. I guess he also thinks that I’m not smart enough to give someone MY phone number instead of his.

Did you know that the Narcissist used ME as a job reference? Who is the dumb ass here?

That felt really good just then, calling him a Narcissist. It fits him well. Narcissist. Narcissist. Narcissist. I like it.

I hope I get a call from someone checking on his work history. He didn’t give me a 2-week notice. I also hope they ask me about his character. I’m so ready to let them know the quality of the man he is.

Ok. It’s out of my system for now. All I can do is shake my head and continue with my day. I have a job. I have better things to do!

Thank you, WP readers, for putting up with my insane world of rants.

Peace, love, and Mist!

I’m proud 

August 2014

I’ve always tried to teach my children to be kind. Help people out who are in need. Tonight my 2 oldest boys made me proud. They noticed a lady stopped on the side of the road with a flat tire (we live on a highway). They took initiative to go out there and assist her. They changed her tire for her. The policeman arrived and stood as an observer. I’m sure my boys made a better impression of helping people then our local “protect and serve” state trooper. This has not been a good day. It has been a GREAT day.

A Good Day

I remember this day very well. We now have a great open relationship. Open about everything except that small period of time when she said she “hated” me. I have not brought it up, she hasn’t apologized, but I often wonder what was going through her mind during that time period.

August 2014
For the first time in over a month my 20yr old daughter spoke to me. When her father and I separated she wrote me a very hateful vicious letter. Said things like “I will never speak to you again, etc”. Last week she went school shopping for her siblings. I never denied her the freedom to continue their relationships.
A few weeks ago I sent her a brief text to remind her that I loved her and care about her and think of her often. Watching her father not make any effort to keep in touch with his younger children showed me how easy it would be for her to take my silence as “I don’t care”.
Today she walked in the house, looked at me and actually held a conversation with me. I am still in a state of shock, but am extremely happy about the progress! This is a good day.

Pretty darn good 

August 2014
Each day presents it’s own set of challenges. Yesterday is the first day I actually felt like I’m getting some normalcy back into my life. I had routine and structure without feeling overwhelmed. The 2 biggest challenges I faced were paying the outrageous summer electric bill and remembering to check the mail. Checking the mail was something my ex did every single day. So, naturally I keep forgetting. And the mail box is way down there at the end of our drive way. If checking the mail was my biggest challenge then I think I’m doing pretty darn good.

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His Energy 

There are times and days that I can still feel him. No, not his touch. His energy. I feel him in my gut. He makes me anxious and nervous. I feel edgy. And then, low and behold, he will text. “I KNEW it”, I say to myself.
I’ve learned to recognize this feeling. I know it’s him. Now I need to learn how to not allow his energy to zap me of mine. I need to learn how to not allow these feelings to affect me in a negative way. I have a lot to learn in this process. How to help my children through this. How to manage our business, our home, our life , schooling…. everything all at the same time.
We will get there. One day at a time.

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Clouds 

August 2014

I lay on a floatie on the lake, allowing the gentle waves to carry me. Staring up into the sky listening to children play, and waves falling on the shore. I see a big fluffy white cloud. It looks like it is getting closer, so close I thought perhaps it would envelope me. Then for no reason it backed up, drifted away from me and began to dissipate. I laid there sad because it reminded me of my family. I thought to myself, “my family is dissipating right before my eyes. We are all going our separate ways.” As I continued to watch that cloud completely break up I realized something: Once that cloud began to break it allowed the sun to shine through. After the cloud was gone I could see clear blue skies.
Not all things that look and feel bad are bad. Sometimes those bad things make room for the good and right things. This lake helps me every time I come.

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My daughters broken heart

My daughters broken heart

August 2014

Broken-hearted again
For me would be in vain
But for my little girl
Her daddy was her world

How can a father leave
It’s hard for me to conceive
Not even say goodbye
I can only stand by

And watch her tears stream down
From her big eyes of brown
Her bleeding heart poured out
Through her brown eyes spout

I set my pain aside
My broken heart I’ll hide
And take the time to heal
As before my girl I kneel

And let her hug and hold
As I lovingly enfold
Her precious body in my arms
Wishing to protect her heart from harm

From harm, hurt, and pain
I wish my arms could constrain
But for now I hold her tight
As her daddy silently takes flight

To my sweet 8yr old daughter