This post has been forming and forming. God is doing wonders in my head and heart. Connecting thoughts, restoring emotions, healing memories. Thank You Lord!
As I grew up I repressed my feelings for various reasons. As you will see in this post, repressing your feelings has a very serious impact on how we live our lives.
Different kinds of emotional pain – but it all hurts and harms
Some of the reasons for me not feeling my emotions were abuse and I’ve written a few posts about that and how I recovered from it. This post is more about the other reasons that I repressed my feelings and the impact that had.
I lived in a home where there was intense conflict. Not the physical violence type, but other kinds. Anger. Rejection. Conditional love. My sister was always threatening to run away. Everyone seemed to be in pain.
My mom was as loving and kind as she could muster and she eventually had a stroke. I can only wonder how much the stress had to do with that.
My dad was a good man. As good as he knew how. Both he and my mom had their issues coming from their parents and coming from inside them. So, my dad dealt with the stress the best he knew how. He worked. A lot. And he spent money on the family, perhaps that was to compensate. Who knows.
My point is this: some kinds of abuse are not obvious. But they cut just as deep. And they can be harder to recover from, because they are hard to explain. If someone breaks down and says in sobbing tears that they were sexually abused, people immediately have compassion. But if you break down and say you can’t really put a finger on exactly how you lost your connection to yourself… people might find it harder to be compassionate.
So if sexual or physical abuse is the hard form, then emotional abuse (including rejection, abandonment, lack of affection, other kinds of lack) are harder to see in ourselves… but they are NO LESS a problem and ALSO need to be recovered from.
One way or the other, we need to become fully functioning adults. That means having wisdom, feeling our feelings, having the full range of emotions available to love the children and adults in our lives.
If we refuse to feel our anger, we will also lose the feeling of love. Suppressing your feelings means all your feelings are suppressed. Suppressing one, suppresses all.
One of the things that people learn in counseling is that in co-dependant families everyone takes a “role”. I recommend you read this article Family Roles In Addiction & Codependency. I was the “lost child”
Addiction and the Family Role 4, The Lost Child
The Lost Child is the silent, “out of the way” family member, and will never mention alcohol or recovery. They are quiet and reserved, careful to not make problems. The Lost Child gives up self needs and makes efforts to avoid any conversation regarding the underlying roles.
The underlying feelings are guilt, loneliness, neglect, and anger.
It is shocking to me how well this role describes the way I dealt with my childhood. I would sit down the side of the house and be sad. When I was tired of being sad, I simply decided to stop being sad. I cut that off. Chop. Snip. Slowly I felt less and less. Inside me I built up some unwritten rules…
- It’s not OK for me to feel
- It’s not OK for me to have problems
- It’s not OK for me to have fun
- I’m not lovable
- I’m not good enough
- If people act bad or crazy, I’m responsible
Some of those are more true than others. “It’s not OK for me to have problems”.
The spiral DOWN
This was SO TRUE for me (or so I thought) and as a result, when I experienced sexual abuse as a teenager, I didn’t tell anyone. I knew that the family had enough trouble already and I didn’t want to add to that.
Besides that, I could handle it (I thought). I knew they could never handle it, they would lose the plot and family life would be even worse (I thought). And it would be my fault… again! (I thought) I decided I was strong enough to handle it. Snip. Chop. There go some more feelings and I was left even less in touch with my body and my emotions.
And any teenager or child who can’t feel their emotions loses a significant way of “hearing” when danger is near. Even worse, with no access to my loneliness I no longer felt a pressing need to FIND LOVE and so I isolated myself even more.
But not hearing anger doesn’t mean I didn’t have any. I did. Not feeling lonely doesn’t mean I wasn’t. I was. And the anger was secretly growing. The loneliness was growing too. But I refused to be angry (my parents absolutely never fought) and I didn’t feel like I had any choices. Eventually I buttoned it all down and decided to weather the storm of my life. I decided that I had to survive and get through. I decided that some day I would get to a place where I could recover.
I ran after God as long and as hard as I could, but I could not connect to God emotionally and so I could not connect to His HEART. So when I read the bible, I saw a violent and angry God, not a loving God. I saw a destroyer, not a healer.
Not being able to see His love for people meant that I mainly saw His laws and rules. I was well on my way to being Pharisaical (bound by rules and law and cut off). Not feeling my emotions, grace and love were foreign concepts to me. Therefore, no matter how hard I tried to connect to God, I could never really connect to God.
I shoved down my anger toward God, because I thought that being angry was NOT ok. I shoved down my loneliness. I shoved down the yucky feelings. I thought it was all un-biblical. I was SO wrong.
Not feeling my needs doesn’t mean I didn’t have needs. I still had needs. And as I repressed my needs, they only grew and grew. Like spending $100 on your credit card each month will eventually build up into an enormous debt. I had been collecting debt since I was born. I tried to cash out as a 20 year old with suicide, but God intervened. He assured me that He had something for me to live for. I struggled on. Things got a bit better. I got a job. I moved into a share house on the beach. I got some self respect and self esteem.
Then I got married. It should have been a wonderful thing, but we were both damaged and hurt – and I suppose that we simply proceeded to hurt one another. In some cases my (righteous) anger should have raised it’s head and forced a confrontation that would have saved me a great deal of pain… but I didn’t feel my anger and so it didn’t raise up and didn’t save me from the pain.
Feeling my emotions and needs would have saved me a lot of future pain. Our feelings of fear, indignation, discomfort… these feelings help us to stay safe, they help us to recognize when we are being abused or used (which is abuse) or being taken advantage of (which is also abuse).
I guess I also went back into the role of lost child again. I didn’t communicate. She perhaps went into her role (I imagine the relationship wasn’t much fun for her either).
I tried to follow the literal interpretation of the bible and turn the other check, forgive and forget… but this was a disaster of an approach in a marriage because above all else marriage requires feeling your emotions AND feeling the other person’s emotions. It requires people to be adults and face the issues together. It requires communication and the ability to bond and connect.
We did our best, but we were highly dysfunctional. It ended with me literally disintegrating as a person.
BREAKDOWN
I had this tearing sensation in my head one day and I feared for my life. I stopped walking. I felt as if I had even one more shock wave from my feet, I would literally die. I stood there holding my head trying to stop the tearing sensation happening inside my head, not wanting to breathe too hard in case I died.
In that moment the complete repression of my feelings had built to a critical mass. A lack of love, a lack of self respect, a lack of support, a lack of connection and a build up of debt (the $100 concept) had reached a crisis point.
The crises had now turned into something much deeper and more serious. To protect myself from totally falling apart, my brain cut myself off from myself.
I forgot what I had been through. I forgot the pain. I forgot who I was. I forgot how I had tried. I forgot what I had said. I forgot my past.
The spiral UP
All I knew was I was in crises. I felt like I was a new book, learning everything from the start again. I remained like this for about 2 years as I grew stronger as a person . It was like a complete time-out. I felt utterly disoriented. But in this time I grew as a person.
At first I was a person who didn’t believe in counseling, didn’t feel emotions, couldn’t remember my past at all, couldn’t even remember the events in my marriage.
Over time, with God leading me by the hand, and through many trials I evolved into someone who now has a sense of what God wants for us… it is to be WHOLE and HEALTHY.
I went for HEAPS of counseling. Some of it was utterly harmful. I went for HEAPS of deliverance. Some of it bordered on the occult.
But then I ended up with loving people and I took off and flew like a bird. I was parented by loving people. I watched and listened and learned. I learned about people. I learned about me.
About 2 years ago God began to re-integrate me. Bit by bit. Some memories came back. Slowly… so that I could accept them. Then when I accepted the memories, my emotions came back. If I accepted the hurt emotions from back then, my NOW feelings came back. Eventually connection to my body came back as well. Part by part.
I began to remember what ACTUALLY happened, not what people told me happened. As I gained the FULL picture, I began to understand myself, I began to respect myself, I began to get a clearer picture of me. With a better understanding of me, I began to make better decisions.
I began to find my way. I could FEEL my way. I could SENSE my way. I was increasingly in touch with myself. Feeling me meant I could feel others too. My relationships deepened. The sense of isolation lessened. I did less frequent porn and less other things as I felt more whole inside.
The general sense of completeness increased. The feeling of warmth began to flood my life in December 2006. Now it’s June 2007 and I can hardly remember NOT feeling warmth in my body. THANK YOU LORD!!!
Learning to overcome
To be fair and balanced, during these 4 years the enemy took full advantage and I suffered enormously. There was a massive spike in his rights to me. There are various reasons for this, including being taught to be under law (closing this and that door) instead of being made righteous by my faith (leaving the rotten house!). So as I was under law, the enemy has all the rights and I was utterly exposed to him. He took full advantage.
Another reason for the darkness in my life, in my house, around me house… was that the bible says that if someone has hatred (which is just a LOT of anger) then they walk in darkness.
Whoever says he is in the Light and [yet] hates his brother [Christian, born-again child of God his Father] is in darkness even until now.
Whoever loves his brother [believer] abides (lives) in the Light, and in It or in him there is no occasion for stumbling or cause for error or sin.
But he who hates (detests, despises) his brother [in Christ] is in darkness and walking (living) in the dark; he is straying and does not perceive or know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:9-11
I was in darkness BECAUSE I had refused to let my anger out. Like the $100 concept, my anger had built up into hatred. I lived in spiritual darkness even though I was a completely and utterly committed Christian who was running hard after God.
The double bind that the enemy counted on was that I was disconnected from myself, so how could I know that I had hatred? If I couldn’t reach the part of me walking in hatred, I wouldn’t know. He settled in for what he thought would be a lifetime of harassing me.
And he did. I would find myself talking in my sleep or talking to a spirit while dozing in the bath. It was weird and freaky and no amount of “spiritual warfare” would set me free for long.
How wrong he was to think that Jesus didn’t have an answer. Jesus had the answer… 2000 years ago. It’s just that no one told me!
IN JESUS NAME I learned that He has paid for our sins. I learned that I am rescued. (See All of your sins are paid for… IF you will believe)
since a death has taken place which rescues and delivers and redeems them – Heb 9:15
By believing that Jesus has paid for and set me free, the enemy lost all his rights and hidden advantages over me.
I came into fellowship with God and with His blessings and healing pouring down on me, it took only a matter of months for my healing to accelerate and for the enemy to NOT ONLY completely lose his rights to me, but to actually be forced AWAY from me.
Healing came to all of me. Seen and unseen. I would watch it happening day by day. I still watch it, every day.
I learned a VAST amount about spiritual warfare. I learned about how to get clean, because Jesus paid for ALL the sins of the WHOLE world. And I stood on that, in order to deprive the enemy of his rights.
For then would He often have had to suffer [over and over again] since the foundation of the world. But as it now is, He has once for all at the consummation and close of the ages appeared to put away and abolish sin by His sacrifice [of Himself] – Heb 9:26
Christ, having been offered to take upon Himself and bear as a burden the sins of many once and once for all, will appear a second time, not to carry any burden of sin nor to deal with sin – Heb 9:28
Every time the enemy comes against me my prayer is a simple confession “Jesus paid for me. Jesus paid for my house. Jesus paid for my land”. And the enemy is driven off. Truly we can overcome!
And they have overcome (conquered) him by means of the blood of the Lamb and by the utterance of their testimony – Rev 12:11
I learned heaps about people and how we work. I learned about God’s loving nature and His goodness (and about law, righteousness and more).
These 4 years (from the break until now) are an incredible story of God’s healing, reliance on God when my mind was freaking out and being built in His image. Almost all of my posts on this blog (500-ish posts) are explanations of what I learned.
When Jesus intervened supernaturally in my life as a suicidal 20 year old and He encouraged me to go on, that He had something for me, He had in mind that I help other people to find the way out. It’s truly a life worth living.
I heartily recommend you steel yourself (be strong and very courageous – Joshua 1:6,7,9,18) and learn what Jesus did for you, stand on it to free yourself AND overcome the enemy AND THEN turn and set others free IN JESUS NAME.