Suffering from the cumulative effects of abuse and estrangement, I fervently wished my mother would drive up in a boat, and rescue me from the ocean. She didn't.
But, the truth is - nobody could "rescue" me. I had to rescue myself. Authentic recovery meant doing the hard work, and swimming the distance to shore. But, what did happen was remarkable. One by one, people jumped into the ocean and began to swim with me. As I fought the tide:
- They helped keep me safe.
- They kept me company.
- They gave me validation, and encouragement.
- They shared my experience.
- Some already understood my struggle; others were interested in understanding, but either way-
- In essence, they said, "I know this is a huge struggle, and I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm going to swim with you.
So, I continue to swim - for myself - and for other survivors.