Even though I live in California, my heart longs for a Bing Crosby White Christmas! But instead, looks like it’s going to be a Beach Boys Christmas. Not so much because of our warm weather, (65 degrees today) but because I’m “Surfing USA”. Yup, back in a wave. Oh well.
I have been feeling about 90% healed most days, all day! Even mornings have lost their benzo withdrawal agony. It’s been nothing short of miraculous actually, compared to how gruesome life used to be.
So it was with a jolt of shock that I felt the cold hand of benzo wd sx grab me last night. I was in my art studio painting (yes, the fumes may have contributed). I have spent the past three days mostly holed up enjoying the creative process of painting. It started with a wave of fear that came out of the blue. There was nothing to attach it to, it was just a feeling. Next, the bees stings started. The muscle twitching. My ribcage so tight it was hard to take in a deep, full breath. The head pressure kicked in. Pain flooded my bones, my joints. My foot curled into a tight spasm. I watched it all unfold, like a distant observer. Part of me wanted to chuck everything and scurry home. The other part of me was like, “Dammit. I am NOT leaving until I finish what I am painting.” That’s exactly what I did. I held my ground. When I finally got home, I cooked a simple meal, read and curled up in bed.
The sx got worse until about 1 a.m. when I finally turned off the light to sleep. My mind was racing with catastrophic “What if….” thoughts. What if I am still feeling bad tomorrow?What if this wave gets worse? What if I feel as sick as I did a year ago? What if the benzo wd anxiety returns? I decided to give those fears over to God. So I did. Just like that. “Here God, I am tired of dealing with this shit, so you take it, please.” I fell asleep shortly after that prayer.
I woke up with morning and did a quick body scan. Yup. Still surfing the wave. Part of me wanted to cave into feeling sorry for myself, but the emotionally healthy part of me said gently and kindly, “It’s Ok. You are OK” My BFF called and asked if she could pop over to see my tree and share a cup of tea together. “You bet!” I shouted into the phone, eager to see her and eager to get out of my thoughts.
I had a great morning with her. We talked about gratitude, art, creativity, God, life… the important things (to me.) Sure, I was a bit dizzy and weak as we walked to the cafe. The tingles weren’t all that much fun and the pain in my joints and bones wasn’t something I wanted to have to feel but so be it. IT IS WHAT IT IS.
That’s what I have learned. That it is what it is. If I try to run from it, I suffer. When I turn to towards it and embrace my life EXACTLY as it is, I can live it to the fullest, even if I am in pain, weak, dizzy etc. For after all, it is my one wild and precious life!
I may be having a Beach Boys Christmas, surfing this wave. That’s OK. This is my fourth Christmas in withdrawal. So what. I am still alive. I am still capable of feeling joy, love, gratitude and humility. It doesn’t matter if its Beach Boy Christmas or a Bing Crosby Christmas… it’s going to be a GREAT CHRISTMAS because I CHOOSE to experience the greatness inherent in the holiday. I will be surrounded by my family: my children, sister and her family, and my parents (whom I rarely get to see as they live on the east coast).
What more can anyone ask for?
I can sum up the meaning of the holiday and life, for that matter, in six simple words.
IT’S ALL ABOUT LOVE. FULL STOP.
Love to you all my dear benzo buddies. I know many of you are suffering. It’s going to be OK. I promise. Enjoy the love today, tomorrow, and forever…
Jenn
Dearest Jenn:
So sorry that you are riding another wave. But your acceptance is wonderful. I wish I had your strength. Today is a horrible day for me – fears up the whazoo, shaking, anxiety, crying, crying,
horrible what ifs, no peace or calm. I seem to be getting more sxs, and no breaks from the old ones. God this is one tough road we walk and sometimes crawl. But we do walk it together, in love and support. We can only get this support from the been there, done that group that we are. I pray for all our healing. Merry Christmas to all and may the New Year bring us a ton of healing. Hugs and God Bless. Karen
Dear Jenn and Karen,
Waves are the only thing I have been riding, it is really hard to accept it.
I am with you Karen, the anxiety, fear, head pressure, etc…….
I hope next Christmas will be a better one for all of us.
Merry Christmas
Hi Jenn –
Thanks for your post. I’m also 2.5 years off as of Dec 4 2013. Our healing journey has been very similar. Every time I get a wave I check in with your posts to see that you’re dealing with, or have recently dealt with, the same. It helps. Thank you so much for keeping me “in the bumpers” and knowing where we REALLY are in the healing process and that we’re not not going off the rails of where we were years ago. Today is just a bump in the road… healing continues
Thanks again,
Jen