Friday, September 28, 2018
The Spiritual Power In Discovering Your Audience
Coming from a theatre background, I’m no stranger to an
audience.
“All the world's a stage... And one man in his time plays
many parts...”
In William
Shakespeare's play, “As You Like It,” Act II Scene VII, purpose-filled
life is compared to that of a theatre stage.
How much more
does that apply for those of us recovering from addiction, disorder or abuse?
Besides my
theatre background, I also have an eating disorder history as well. In college,
I battled both anorexia and bulimia.
Indeed, during
my sophomore year, desperate in my bulimic behavior, I began to dumpster dive...
“...
I’d try to play it off, pretending everything was normal as people passed by me
scrounging in the dumpster... in broad daylight... I couldn’t hide any longer
from others what I was doing... people were noticing...” *
*Excerpt from Sheryle Cruse’s book, “Thin
Enough: My Spiritual Journey Through the Living Death of an Eating Disorder”
This was an unwelcomed audience for me.
Nevertheless, people saw. And, no matter how I tried, I could
not escape the Presence of the Most High.
For a long time, I fought Him.
Yet, after college, I hit a faith crisis. I wrestled with Elohim
and He revealed I had to face my eating disorder reality.
“... in the midst of all of this disorder,
anger, guilt, shame, ugliness and desperation, I found myself tired and wanting
Him more than anything I’d ever wanted before...
...
I had to make a decision... I decided ‘Fine God, if others know about this,
fine. I’m tired.’
...As
I was lying in bed, the picture of... Jairus’ daughter flashed... I remembered…
‘Little girl, I say unto you,
arise...’ *
I needed to deal with my heart issues.
“Above
all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.”
Proverbs
4:23
Still, it didn’t change daunting reality. The heart is tricky,
even for the best of us.
“The
heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?”
Jeremiah
17:9
So, how
is it even possible to deal with our issues?
I
believe it begins when we allow a Divine search warrant to take place.
“Search
me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me and know my anxious thoughts;
Try me and know my anxious thoughts;
And
see if there be any hurtful way in me,
And lead me in the everlasting way.”
And lead me in the everlasting way.”
Psalms
139:23-24
Jairus’
daughter (Mark 5:35-43) was that search warrant, in not just my
eating disorder reality, but concerning my life as a whole.
It led me
to my imperfect faith; it exposed me as vulnerable. I needed help beyond
my own efforts to make anything happen.
“...
I found a Scripture that summed up who I was and what I was going through.
“...I
do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"”
Mark
9:24
That
was me! I knew I couldn’t be enough, love enough, believe enough, and have
faith enough unless God helped me...”*
At
first, this realization felt paralyzing. And then, there was peace. I had to
surrender; the Most High God is in control and I was not.
“…I am
God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me. I make known
the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say,
'My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.' From the east I
summon a bird of prey; from a far-off land, a man to fulfill my purpose. What I
have said, that I will bring about; what I have planned, that I will do.”
Isaiah
46:9-11
Before
the faith-changing revelation of Jairus’ daughter and Mark 9:24, I believed no
good could come from my eating disorder reality. I hid, lied and ran away from
it. I believed facing it, owning it and then sharing it with others was
the worst-case scenario.
Yet, only
when I reluctantly uttered, ‘Fine God, if others know about this, fine,’ did I cross from
oppression to freedom...from wounding to healing.
“‘Then
you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’.”
John
8:32
It’s
been years since my book was published. And, as I have faced and shared my once
taboo eating disorder history, Elohim has helped me to experience greater healing.
I have discovered commonality. It shattered the lie: I was not alone.
And
neither are you.
No
matter the trauma, addiction, pain or circumstance, there is a glory to come from
it. You may be mired in a deep pit right now. This, however, is not the end of
you.
Instead,
“The Great I AM” has you positioned at a new place of blessings.
“See,
I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making
a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”
Isaiah
43:19
And that
includes the audience you are meant to inspire and help.
“All the world's a stage...”
So what
are you to do with yours?
The Creator
of all has astounding things ahead for your life.
“...
Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the
reason for the hope that you have...”
1
Peter 3:15
Will
you take the stage?
Copyright © 2018 by
Sheryle Cruse
The Heart: A Wild Creature
This statement, from its anonymous author, recently caught my
attention:
“Hearts are wild
creatures. That’s why our ribs are cages.”
Its focus, the heart and the rib cage, hit home. For I have had
a disordered history with both.
My obsession with the thin physique created my descent into
anorexia and its painful heart issues.
“...I could count all
of my ribs. I still wasn’t thin
enough; it wasn’t good enough...”
(Excerpt from Cruse’s
book, “Thin Enough: My Spiritual Journey Through the Living Death of an Eating
Disorder”)
As I’ve been in recovery from eating disorders, food, weight
and body image issues, yes, I’ve had to deal with my heart. That, therefore,
includes the related topics of passions, desires and idolatry.
“For he is the kind of person
who is always thinking about the cost... his heart is not with you.”
who is always thinking about the cost... his heart is not with you.”
Proverbs 23:7
I’m often described as intense, “type A,” perfectionistic and
driven. Those assessments, as I experienced various forms of disorder, provided
irrefutable evidence: self-destructive passions emanated from my heart.
And God certainly understands our finite beings, passion’s consuming
fire and its pitfalls.
“For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that
we are dust.”
Psalms 103:14
We will want things in life. That is not a shocker to Him; it
shouldn’t be to us either.
The sticking point, however, is to make the distinction
between passions, which tend to be carnal and potentially harmful, and desires,
which are life-affirming and often originate from a Divine direction.
“You open your hand and satisfy the
desires of every living thing.”
Psalms 145:16
As an overweight, hurt and fearful child, I wrongly absorbed
the belief being thin was my answer. My pain and insecurity drove my passion to
be emaciated, to do whatever it took to have my ribcage jutting outside of my
skin.
“...Diet and defeat,
attempts and failure had become my way of life. That is, until one day, when
diet became Victory for me...Each comment, lost pound, and lost inch gave me
more of an incentive. As I lost weight, I found myself always in need of a new
goal... I eventually became convinced that death—at least the look of
starvation—was beautiful. I was
envying the ‘beauty,’ the look of the malnourished, the tortured—even those in
concentration camps...”
(Excerpt from Cruse’s
book, “Thin Enough: My Spiritual Journey Through the Living Death of an Eating
Disorder”)
But those beliefs and actions were not of God.
“‘For I know the plans I have
for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not
to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’”
Jeremiah 29:11
Instead, my destructive passions were in diametric opposition
to the Most High’s desire. He wanted to bless me with life and health; my sick
heart only wanted death. My disordered eating was a death wish, a passive
suicide.
Yet, indeed, Isaiah 55:8-9 declares humbling Truth...
“‘For my thoughts
are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’
declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.’”
declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.’”
I refused that principle as, mired in my diseased passion, I
strove to get what I wanted, independent of
God.
However, Divine Desire does not work that way.
“Take delight in the LORD, and he will give
you the desires of your heart.”
Psalms 37:4
Still, it doesn’t stop many from us from exerting ourselves over
His sovereign plan.
“You shall have no other gods before
me.”
Exodus 20:3
Because I had actively chosen idolatry over a connected
relationship with the Most High, I was getting harmful, counterfeit results.
And here was a revelation I hadn’t expected when I was at my lowest,
two-digit weight: I was miserable.
“What profit is the idol when its maker has
carved it, or an image, a
teacher of falsehood? For its
maker trusts in his own
handiwork when he fashions speechless idols.
Woe to him who says to a piece of wood, ‘Awake! To a mute
stone, ‘Arise!’
And that is your teacher? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver,
And there is no breath at all inside it.”
And that is your teacher? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver,
And there is no breath at all inside it.”
Habakkuk 2:18-19
My idol had failed to make me forever happy, perfect and
problem-free. My idolatry sold me life-threatening lies.
And that is what happens when our hearts run amok. Consumed
by our chosen idols, we’re often unaware of what is happening.
“The heart is deceitful
above all things
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?”
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?”
Jeremiah 17:9
We are blinded, driven to self-destruction.
And this obscures yet another Truth, should we refuse to
accept it. Our God is jealous.
“Be careful not to forget the covenant of the
LORD your God that he made with you; do not make for yourselves an idol in the
form of anything the LORD your God has forbidden. For the LORD your God is a
consuming fire, a jealous God.”
Deuteronomy 4:23-24
This jealousy, however, does not come from a spiteful place.
Rather, it emanates from a mind-boggling, eternal love, a love we’d benefit
from if we chose the Most High God instead of our idols.
“The LORD appeared to us... saying: ‘I have loved you with an
everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.’”
Jeremiah 31:3
Perhaps this is why, we are given the opportunity to search,
guard and deal with our hearts...
“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my
anxious thoughts.
See if there is any
offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”
Psalms 139:23-24
This opens the door for a richer relationship with the Divine.
“I will give them an undivided heart and put a
new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them
a heart of flesh.”
Ezekiel 11:19
It gives us the gift to discover who we truly are.
“So God created mankind in his own image, in
the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.”
Genesis 1:27
Since my rededication experience years
ago, I have learned valuable lessons about about myself, my Creator and the
personal meaning of an individual’s faith walk, even in the midst of tricky
heart issues.
I would love to say it is a one-time “cure-all,”
an experience in which we are instantaneously healed and spared from any other painful
situation.
But that is unrealistic.
We need
to deal with our unruly and vulnerable hearts, employing the Divine Answer of John
14:27...
“Peace I leave with
you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let
your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
We must never forget our hearts are living creatures, capable
of tremendous good...or evil.
At one time, my razor sharp, emaciated ribcage was a murderous
beast, waiting to kill me. It was the manifestation of my deadly heart.
Indeed, my heart disorder was not far removed from the famous
scripture, describing a prowling Satan...
“Be sober, be vigilant; because your
adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may
devour.”
This is the warning to us all. The heart is no small thing.
It prompts us to desire and to respond. And the ramifications of that reality
are not always pretty.
We are dependent upon the Most High God to help us govern,
protect and guide our hearts through every life issue.
“... guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it.”
Proverbs 4:23
We cannot do this alone.
And if we believe we can, we only reiterate the Truth of
Scripture, but to our own blind detriment...
“The heart is deceitful
above all things
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?”
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?”
Jeremiah 17:9
Elohim’s
Word has been described as “the owner’s manual,” “the path of life and blessing” and
“guardrails.”
Therefore,
wouldn’t it be within our best interest to treat our every heart condition with
it?
Each of
us has a choice.
“... I have set before you life and
death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may
live.”
Deuteronomy 30:19
Our wild
hearts are the question. May we then allow God to be our answer!
Copyright © 2018 by
Sheryle Cruse
The Misogyny Response To No
Unflattering
misogyny often reveals itself whenever a female uses a controversial word: “no.”
The more I
live my life, especially in the recovery context, the more I encounter a
hostile reaction whenever I give this response.
An attitude frequently
surfaces, one which asserts my “no” needs to be challenged until I agree with
the male perspective and say “yes.”
“No means no.”
We hear that
phrase a lot, especially when it comes to rape.
But the “no
challenge” can also apply as a female navigates through other issues, like her
recovery from both addiction and abuse experiences.
Indeed, in this context, my “no” has been
repeatedly disregarded; most of the time, it has come from male family members,
friends and from those I have seen socially. It’s been rejected, confronted or
questioned. And so, I next have had to firmly state, “No is a complete sentence.”
But, still, concerning even that direct
response, I have gotten further dismissed and coerced. The individual male in
each situation, attempts to sell his persuasion, charm or agenda as the reason
why I should change my “silly no” to his “right” yes. When that doesn’t happen
according to his liking, when my “no” is still the unchanged response, things
become more hostile. Name calling, emotional/physical intimidation and threats often
come next.
My
experiences are not unusual. Other females have similar encounters whenever they
have given their “no” to a boy or a man regarding any subject. Some have been
called horrible names. Some have been beaten or raped. All have, in some way,
felt invalidated and violated, simply because they dared to respond in an
unpleasing manner.
This is disturbing as it questions any
female’s response which does not agree with a male who wants something else from her.
Years ago, a
self- defense expert, instructing women on how to protect themselves against their
attackers, stated two things which changed my life:
“When a man says no, it’s the end of the
discussion. But when a woman says no,
it starts the process of negotiation.”
“When a person does not accept your
‘no,’ they’re trying to control you.”
Anyone who
struggles with addiction or abuse/ trauma experiences knows it is painfully
difficult to live a healthier life, one which results from making better choices
in his/her recovery.
Unfortunately,
concerning females, there can also be the additional complication of a male’s response
to the facilitation of these positive decisions. This reality comes into view
whenever a female’s choice butts heads with a male desire for control, power or
domination.
I have had
to repeatedly...
...state
how, no, I did not want alcohol or
drugs when it was clear my date wanted me to take them so I could be more sexually
pliable.
...state
how, no, I did not want to engage in
a behavior which, not only went against my conscience and morals, but also was
triggering to disordered image, eating and abuse experiences. That has included
a male’s pressuring insistence I diet and lose a drastic amount of weight.
...state how, no, I would not change my decision
concerning a family matter, to which I received an abusive verbal tirade from disagreeing
male family members.
Not every
male responds this way. Still, the frequency with which a female experiences this
negative response appears to be the acceptable norm.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once quoted...
“Sow a
thought and you reap an action; sow an act and you reap a habit; sow a habit
and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny.”
Whether we know it or not, intend it or
not, aren’t we, as individuals and as a culture, teaching the challenge
response to a female’s no? It can often assert principles like...
A female is inferior, incapable of knowing what
is best for herself. This includes her body, her health and her well-being.
A female’s “no” is her gender’s way of
begging to have her decision changed. Therefore, do what is necessary until she
relents with a “yes” response.
A female’s “no” is never as important,
valid or necessary as that of a man’s. Never accept this response the first
time you hear it. Always question and try to change it.
A female doesn’t possess the right to
hold a perspective which is not pleasing to others, especially when it involves
a male’s pleasure. A female is to be acquiescing and accommodating, never
disagreeable.
“Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your
'No,' 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.”
Matthew
5:37
Why should there be any discrepancy when it comes to the “no” response?
If any acceptable attitude condoning an inequity of
human value thrives, based on gender, then what
are we living?
Perhaps, the negative reaction has more to do with
ignorance than it does malice. But, education- or miseducation- is no small
matter. We do learn what we live.
Regardless of gender, “No is a complete sentence.”
Copyright © 2018 by
Sheryle Cruse
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Monday, September 24, 2018
The Power of Tears
“... ‘I have heard thy prayer, I have
seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee...”
2 Kings 20:5
There was once a product called “No More Tears”
detangling spray I used frequently as a child. As a little girl, snarls were my reality; therefore, this product was mandatory.
Mom pulled and sprayed my hair, while I’d stare at the bottle’s portrait.
Radiant mother was brushing radiant daughter’s flowing tresses. There were no
feelings of inadequacy, no complicated views of human emotions and no sore
scalp. The bottle simply promised, “No
More Tears.”
If only life could be that easy.
But, indeed, my personal experience with tears has been un-easy. Crying- unpleasant emotion of any kind- was viewed and treated
negatively, as something to be avoided, covered, silenced or punished. Tears
were the uncomfortable evidence all is not well; there is disease, pain and trauma
here.
However, in the last fifteen years, I have come to
view tears through a healthier, more meaningful lens. As we deal with our
addictions, disorders and traumas, addressing what our tears represent to us,
we aren’t far removed from the harmful beliefs which contribute to our
struggles and thwart our recoveries.
I once stumbled across a photo which compared four
types of human tears: tears of grief, tears of change, tears cried from onions
and tears of laughter. I was struck by their imagery; each seemed to offer a
specific signature concerning life experience.
Tears of Grief:
First, we see this microscopic picture of tears of
loss. It resembles a sparse wasteland. To me, the prevalence of the tears’ open
space appears as a lonely island surround by an ocean. The impression I get
from these magnified tears is one of disconnect.
And this was exactly where I was as I was confronted by my dad’s death in 2003.
“The Easy Death:”
Even
as I found connection within my faith as an adult, I still did not deal with the
unresolved issues I had with him. By this point, I was married, living in
another state, and pursuing my writing career. I had also been in therapy.
Still, the dysfunctional relationship with my dad proved to be painful and
powerful.
But I never thought he would
have such an effect on me. After all, as a child, I prayed for him to die. I
hated him; I had murderous revenge fantasies concerning him. I was thoroughly
convinced his death would be easy for me. Then, I could and would be
free and happy. Not quite…
Instead, my dad’s old age and health challenges
caused me to feel pity. I tried to get closer with him. But I didn’t get the
results I desired. Deterioration of his health, hearing loss and mental fog
now made connecting with him almost impossible.
The Last
Father’s Day:
Father’s Day has always been painful.
However, in June of 2003, I decided to call my dad to wish him a “Happy
Father’s Day.” The conversation was uncomfortable as his confusion and hearing
loss got in the way. His aggravation increased. At one point, he asked me,
“Aren’t you doing anything?” I felt slapped. I then spat out the words, “Happy
Father’s Day” and ended the phone call. I didn’t know it then, but that would
be the last time I’d speak with him.
The
following month, my mom phoned me; my dad had a health crisis. Having already
experienced a series of mini-strokes, he was now further weakened from larger,
more crippling strokes. This left my mother with no choice other than to
hospitalize him and later place him in a care facility.
Now
I felt an urgency to see him; it had been at least four years since we’d seen
each other. But Mom assured me there was still time. “There was still time.” That statement haunted me. I wasn’t there.
There were legitimate reasons why, finances and scheduling conflicts being two
of them, but, to reassure myself, I held onto that statement: “there was
still time.”
July
of 2003 consisted of reports of his temporary paralysis, sprinkled with
occasional improvements, like regaining movement and consciousness. This rollercoaster
added further urgency. My husband and I booked a flight for early August.
But, on August 6th,
2003, life changed. My phone rang at seven in the morning. He was gone. There
was no longer time.
“Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.”
Sophocles, “Antigone”
I
went to the funeral, spending a few days in Minnesota. That was expected of me.
My outward display of grief and tears and grief were also expected. However, I
could not comply. I did not cry on cue at the funeral or at the cemetery. He
was given military honors and my mom was presented with the American flag. I
heard the sobs and sniffles of people behind me. But I did not cry.
However,
behind closed doors, away from everyone, it was a different story. Night after
night, I was up until two or three o’clock in the morning, sobbing in the hotel
bathroom. And that took me by surprise; I was still convinced my dad’s death
wouldn’t be this painful.
I
was grieving, but I wasn’t even grieving him. I never really knew him. Instead, I grieved the loss
of the potential for that
father/daughter relationship. It would never be. It was further complicated
over what “should have been.”
There
was no denying it; I definitely experienced the stages of death and dying,
documented by Elizabeth Kubler- Ross. I would not escape them.
Upon my return home to Oregon, after the
funeral, I kept people at a distance.
I knew the right “grief speak” when I
encountered people. I would say things like the cliché, “He’s at peace” and
“He’s in a better place.” I would thank everyone for their prayers and support,
but inside, I felt abandoned, and overwhelmed with regret.
And those feelings eventually showed up
physically.
My
bouts with insomnia made everything worse: my nerves, my routines, my
communication with others and my spiritual connection with The Most High.
Everything was viewed through my exhausted filter. I had no will, no desire and
no energy to do any of the things I had done before.
“For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing:
my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.”
Psalms 31:10
My
grief made me physically sick with back pain, an upset stomach and
sluggishness. I still tried to press on, convinced I could return to normal.
But, as I failed each attempt, I came down harder on myself. And that’s when I
got a big physical sign of my grief, a lump in my breast.
I
went to my doctor and had the lump tested, having my first mammogram;
fortunately, it turned up nothing.
While
being relieved, I was also frustrated. Why did I have to deal with this? My doctor
informed me the stress from my grief had also physically contributed to
the lump. Mind affects body.
“...grief can compromise our immune system... it is
also associated with more severe outcomes, including premature death. Research
has found a significant increase in excess mortality...”
“How Grief
Affects the Body”By Kathleen Hall
And
because I suppressed my physical tears, nothing else in my body was processing
in a healthy manner either.
“...
Tears help us process the loss so we can keep living with open hearts.
Otherwise, we are a set up for depression
if we suppress these potent feelings...”
“The Health Benefits of
Tears,”
Tears of Change:
I was, indeed, poised for depression as I attempted to
stop change from happening. Grief was internalized for a year after my dad’s
death. I
could not sleep. I was crying all hours of the night. I repeatedly cancelled
meetings and appointments; I was unable to get out of bed and out of the apartment.
My
failure concept, therefore, was even more emphasized. It was just too much to
bear. I couldn’t do it, even though I knew that I “should!” I was going
through loss, failure and hopelessness. That was now who I was!
Tears of change, according to this microscopic image,
appear to crowd each other out. My impression is one which is overwhelming;
there’s not enough room to breathe, to think or to simply be.
And that’s where I was, now grappling with my own complicated
tears of change.
Trying to find comfort and safety
anywhere, I attempted to sustain my normal routine, but that was impacted as
well. My church was going through leadership changes. I felt even more
desperate and lost. I had no room to logically entertain the truth: everything changes
over time. But in my vulnerable state, this was the worst possible time for
anything more to change. Hadn’t I experienced enough already?
Life
inevitably moved on. As that happened, however, I felt forced to confront my
grief by myself.
“Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am
cut off.”
Lamentations 3:54
No
matter what anyone did or did not do, it wasn’t enough.
Now
I’m a prime candidate for the next stages of grief, Anger and Bargaining.
I was stuck.
It
was punctuated by years of my frustrated efforts to please and be loved by my
abusive dad. I was a powerless child.
And
so, part of my adult struggle was to defy that oppressive world. For years, I
tried to do just that. I graduated college, sought therapy for my eating
disorders, married a non-abusive, loving man and was on the brink of my first
book’s publication.
So,
when my dad died, all of that felt derailed. As I flailed in my grief, fighting
the existence of every tear, I soon found myself at my childhood conclusion: “There’s No Point!”
A
definition of anger asserts it consists of three factors: fear, hurt and
frustration.
Denial
of any or all of those three anger components can only be held back for so
long. Eventually, the dam bursts. We are crying out of anger, but it’s much
more complicated than that actual word itself.
And,
this anger issue is often tied to our perceptions of change, impacting our
tears of change, as we struggle with one specific question: do we have the permission to change?
Not
surprisingly, change was not viewed positively in my family. It represented a
threat to family reputation. Therefore, it was forbidden.
I
had not been granted that permission for much of my life.
So,
now, in the reality of my dad’s death, what was I supposed to do? The biggest
opponent to my change was gone. My abuser had died. So, why wasn’t I freed?
Because I had now assumed that abuser role.
And, it was here where I entered the
bargaining stage.
I’ll do
anything!
I was desperate to keep my pre-grief
schedule, commitments and responsibilities. I wanted to show how I was fine
(and not cry). However, my life was affected.
Chaotic sleep schedules, raging failure feelings
and a dry well of writing now existed in my grief. I couldn’t get it together
like I was supposed to.
When it came to the unavoidable,
inevitable life constant of change, I was stressing myself out.
“Your central nervous system (CNS) is in charge of your ‘fight or flight’
response. The CNS instantly tells the rest of your body what to do, marshaling
all resources to the cause... If the CNS fails to return to normal, or if the
stressor doesn’t go away, it takes a toll on your body.
Symptoms of chronic stress include irritability, anxiety, and depression.
You may suffer from headaches or insomnia. Chronic stress is a factor in some
behaviors like overeating or not eating enough, alcohol or drug abuse, or social
withdrawal...”
“The Effects of
Stress on the Body”
In addition to seeing a physician, I
needed intense grief counseling as well. And, it was here where I started
re-evaluating my definition of what life was now going to look like.
“...For
I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland."
Isaiah 43:18-19
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland."
Isaiah 43:18-19
It was here I dealt with another human version
of tears.
Onion Tears:
These may appear to be a most unlikely kind of tears
for us to face as we deal with grief and painful issues. After all, when we
think of cutting onions, what springs to mind is the chemical reaction they
have with our bodies...
“...When you cut an onion, you break cells, releasing their contents. Amino
acid sulfoxides form sulfenic acids. Enzymes that were kept separate now are
free to mix with the sulfenic acids to produce propanethiol S-oxide, a volatile
sulfur compound that wafts upward toward your eyes. This gas reacts with the
water in your tears to form sulfuric acid.
The sulfuric acid burns, stimulating your eyes to release more tears to wash
the irritant away...”
“Why Do Onions Make You Cry?”
Nevertheless, they are important. As I look at the
microscopic image of these tears, to me, they resemble intricate snowflakes,
completely filling the space.
The Mundane Day To Day:
And that, I suppose, is part of the point: these
unassuming onion tears can represent most of what life is about: the day in,
day out stuff. If we dismiss these onion tears as a chemical reaction only, I
believe we do ourselves a disservice.
As I muddled through my grief and each of its stages,
I gradually learned a newer kind of normal. The cliché was still true: life
continues.
Co-existing with the grief, the pain, the tears,
mundane stuff also needs to be accomplished. We still have to do our laundry,
brush our teeth and take care of every tedious task.
And no, that reality is not easy.
Nevertheless, I needed to navigate that collision of the
mundane and the grief. Mercy’s necessity was a played a large part in that.
“It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not
consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great
is thy faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:22-23
No matter how alone I felt, I needed to tap into the
patient kindness as I adapted. And strangely enough, the mundane daily tasks
offered reassuring healing. Life DOES go on.
And, all through that reality, further reassurance
exists as we learn and apply Divine Truth: The Most High knows ALL about us.
Scripture proclaims this Omniscience.
“Thou knowest my downsitting and mine
uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.”
Psalm 139:2
We can be actively mourning, feeling our despair or
“white knuckling” our way through each complicated emotion as we carpool,
grocery shop, go to the dentist and keep life going. All thoughts are known to
our Creator. And He helps in the midst of all of them.
“When you close
your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone,
for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what
need have they of light to see what you are doing?”
Epictetus (55 AD-135-AD), Discourses
And, oh so slowly, as time passed, I moved through
many of those painful thoughts; I moved through my grief.
I gradually arrived at the living organism of
acceptance. And, within this space, I encountered a form of tears I never
believed I’d experience again.
“They that sow in tears shall reap in
joy.”
Psalms 126:5
Tears of Laughter:
Whether it’s the pain of grief or tackling any other
difficult issue, laughter is much-needed. There needs to be perspective and a
healthy release valve.
Returning again, to this photograph of tears, we see
its microscopic image. With tears of laughter, there seems to be “enough room.”
And, unlike the desolation depicted with tears of grief, these laughter tears
have some activity going on. But it is neither the overwhelmed, too crowded of tears
of change nor that of the busy snowflake action of the onion tears. Instead, we
see breaks, or bursts, in the tears.
And we can find, yes, it is true: bursts of laughter
can help to break the tension of any situation.
Case on point: the favorite chick flick, “Steel
Magnolias.”
There is a famous cemetery scene in which the mourners’
sobbing is interrupted by an explosion of laughter. The character, Truvy
punctuates this much-needed incident, “Laughter through tears is my favorite
emotion.”
And we can see, physiologically why there’s a big
reason why...
“… laughter
relaxes the body by overriding stress and anger so relieving tension – an
effect that can last for up to 45 minutes after... The positive effects of
laughter also extend to health benefits that can prevent serious illness. This
includes an improved immune system which it achieves by increasing immune cells
and antibodies to strengthen its ability to cope with viruses and disease... Laughter
also protects the heart by improving the function of blood vessels, encouraging
blood flow and over time improving cholesterol and blood pressure thereby
helping to prevent heart attack, heart disease or other circulatory system
diseases...”
“Positive Effects of Laughter” by
Mack Lemouse
Whether it is matters of grief or of
addiction/recovery, we all need a break from this most difficult work.
And, in zenith of laughter’s tears, we can tackle
life’s traumatic realities with, perhaps, the completely inappropriate response
of outrageous humor. We can do that with grief; we can do that with our
addictions. We can challenge the absurdity of it all.
A key help in my personal challenging of that
absurdity included heavy viewing of films by Mel Brooks. “Blazing Saddles” and
“Young Frankenstein” served as a reprieve from my reality. And yes, that is
necessary. Escape still is vital when it comes to the grueling stuff of life.
And it’s a much healthier option than going full bore into addiction.
“A merry heart doeth good like a
medicine...”
Proverbs 17:22
They are NOT kidding there.
Tears of laughter often go overlooked in the grand
scheme of emotion.
And furthermore, there may even exist an extra
complicated layer for those of us struggling with both addiction and grief. For
one reason or another, we may believe we don’t deserve happiness. Survivor’s
guilt, PSTD, lack of closure- these are but a few possibilities which can argue
against our right to attain wellbeing. If we’re not careful, we can easily fall
into the pit of believing we deserve to be in a state of despair for the rest
of our lives. We “should have” or “shouldn’t have” done this or that.
Therefore, permanent removal of laughter, happiness and joy is our much-deserved
punishment.
All the more reason, perhaps, why The Most High has
specifically created these tears of laughter; like all of tears, they have
their purpose. That purpose emanates from His astounding, unfathomable Love.
“...‘Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting
love...”
Jeremiah 31:3
It, indeed, may be argued tears, Divinely- given, are
so given because Elohim knows we, as human beings, need to express the wide
range of emotion we encounter. To suppress anything falling within that range,
therefore, is harmful and does not portray accurately just how important tears
are TO The Most High.
“Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou
my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?”
Psalms 56:8
Our Heavenly Father is so invested in His love of us.
Tears are necessary in recovering from everything under the sun. They are as
important to us as any sponsor, program, church or step.
Each of us has an opinion about tears. What is it?
Answering that question and adjusting our perspectives
on these watery entities could, perhaps, make the difference between us
experiencing further pain or further healing. It is up to each of us to decide
what to do with this untapped power.
It’s about more much more than crying.
Copyright © 2018 by Sheryle Cruse
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