It’s hard to imagine that I filed for divorce four times in two years. Each time, I found myself paralyzed and unable to make a clear, confident choice.
It’s hard to imagine that I was riddled with guilt, fear and insecurity for more years than I care to admit.
I was living in a fog. And oh so stressed. I developed shingles, trench mouth (something that soldiers have during wartime!) and, even after multiple visits to the ER, I still couldn’t catch a full breath. My kids didn’t like me much either. Let’s just say I had turned into Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde.
It’s hard to imagine that I had a Master’s degree in Social Work, spent years helping people overcome a life of addiction as well as other life issues, and yet, when faced with my own marital crisis, I felt a profound sense of loss and confusion.
I attended week-long retreats and couples workshops, and even consulted psychics, but nothing worked. Everything remained the same – I kept going in circles – until it suddenly dawned on me. I wasn’t doing the deep work that I have asked of my clients going through the throes of addiction.