I’m reading a beautiful book right now called Barking to the Choir by Father Gregory Boyle, founder of Homeboy Industries. Homeboy is the largest gang rehabilitation program in the world. It’s smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles.
If you visit Homeboy, there’s a good chance you’ll be ushered into Father G’s office for a visit. He’s that kind of soul. The homies call him “G” and they love him deeply.
I came across a quote that arrested me.
“Now could be the moment when we fall apart or we become whole.”
Over this past year, I had many moments where I wanted to fall apart. Sometimes, I did! There has been much “death” and loss as I pursue health, wholeness, and face my freaking dysfunction, aka codependency. Yet, there is an OR. “Or we become whole.” There is a choice.
I choose to become whole, whatever it takes. It’ll take a lifetime, I am sure. There is hope for change.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
Recently, I had a conversation with a friend in which she asked me if I had ever heard of the Victim Triangle. I didn’t think I had. She proceeded to outline it for me and WHAM! light bulb. Over the next few days, I proceeded to do some research. I found that this cycle is called the Karpman Drama Triangle. I can’t tell you how much this triangle describes my life. #classiccodependent
I realized that throughout my life, I have moved through each role. However, I have one particular role that I play pretty much every single day. Can you guess?
If you chose Rescuer, you are correct! The Rescuer rescues the Victim from the Persecutor. The Persecutor can be a person, an organization, or anything that “persecutes” the victim. The Rescuer rescues the Victim from said Persecutor. Annnnndddd, IF the Rescuer doesn’t rescue in the correct way, they can shift to the role of the Persecutor (in the eyes of the Victim) lickety-split. As I said earlier, I have moved through each of these roles throughout my life. I always seem to land right back at Rescuer, unless I become the Persecutor due to not playing my Rescuer role correctly.
This past year, the DRAMA triangle has played out more tellingly than I can even describe in my life. I’ve moved from Rescuer to Persecutor to Victim back to Rescuer in one single day or event. Now I am beginning the process of figuring out why I am always the Rescuer. It’s just so fun to delve deep into the pain and chaos, right?
For some reason, I find comfort in knowing this is an actual thing. Knowing is half the battle. I do not want to live in denial. I’m excited for the day when I can permanently move out of the role of Rescuer and just be me.
I pour some more.
Is it full?
Never, but I keep pouring.
I never see the cracks.
Pour pour pour
I never see the emptiness.
I’m tired but I pour some more.
It’s empty again.
I’m afraid to stop pouring.
I pour, covering my own cracks and emptiness.
Suddenly, I am being filled.
Love pouring in,
Value pouring in,
Truth pouring in,
Healing flooding in.
Overflowing, I receive.
© September 28, 2018
Born forgetting my identity,
Imago Dei coursing through my veins,
but lies strangled the truth.
The Creator says, “Come Forth!”
Wrapped in lies as grave clothes,
I stumble through, wondering if I will ever be free.
The Creator declares, “Come Forth!”
I glimpse freedom through tightly wound cloths.
Elusive, out of reach.
The Creator shouts, “Come Forth!”
I take a step into truth,
I watch the lies unravel as I embrace Imago Dei.
Resurrection flows in my veins, bringing life.
July 31, 2018
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Labels we stamp on others (and ourselves). Aren’t we all beautiful humans, made in the image of God? Labels take away our humanity, our shared experience and our dignity.
August 2, 2018
Walk on eggshells.
Don’t rock the boat.
It’s quite a feat to stay light on my feet.
How little must I weigh to keep from breaking eggshells?
How still must I stand to not make any waves?
I became zero gravity to navigate life with you.
Internally, I volcanoed; outwardly, I floated along,
never daring to crunch those damn eggshells or rock that boat.
I HAVE THOUGHTS OF MY OWN.
I DON’T AGREE WITH YOU!
NO, I DON’T THINK SO.
Crunch, crunch, SPLASH!
I am me. I am weighty. I make waves.
August 4, 2018
The old projector whirs to life.
Silently, images flash on screen.
I edit heavily.
After all, no one knows the real me.
The me I project, well, I like her!
Meanwhile, in the flickering darkness,
I hide my disfigurement.
The real me, tucked away safely.
The me I project seems funny, smart, kind.
The real me? She wants to be the center of the universe.
Who gets to peek behind the curtain?
Maintaining the illusion is tiring.
The me I project fights to keep the projector running;
Fear etched onto her perfect face.
The real me emerges out of the darkness, blinking
into the Light. No more hiding.
July 23, 2018