Shelter from the Storm
God, give me
shelter from the storm of fear, confusion, and doubt. I too often panic over
some real or perceived threat to my 23-year-old daughter.
A violent storm
might be a useful metaphor to describe the experience. As the storm approaches,
I am learning about my daughter's plan, whether it's taking the New York subway
or driving to a downtown dance club late at night. I feel a slow shift from
friendly inquiry to more aggressive interrogation. From pleasant calm
weather in my mind, to a whirlwind of fear. I’m angry and afraid as the
situation triggers my hypervigilant codependent pattern.
God, give me
shelter from the storm.
I'm completely
in the storm, stuck outside in the pouring rain, getting soaked to the bone.
And the wind is blowing so hard that the trees are swaying dangerously and
branches are flying across my path. Despair is beckoning, but I am powerless to
stop this storm. I have no umbrella and in this tempest of emotion it would be
of no use anyway. I head for a tiny overhang, inviting me to safety.
God, give me
shelter from the storm.
My Higher Power,
CoDA connections, and the 12 Steps start to kick in. I can think! I calmly ask
my precious daughter where she is going. I tell her that I want her to live
free, but I'd appreciate it if she kept us informed. Just in case.
She resists and
is irritated that I would ask. “I'm not a little girl anymore,” she
complains. Her attitude triggers my codependency again. It's like I'm venturing
back out into the storm. But before I arrive at the shelter of my house, I feel
a desire to lash out in fear.
I just can’t
take it. The idea of losing her or of unspeakable horrors. Or her being
rejected and it sending her into a tailspin of melancholy, depression,
self-harm, and even schizophrenia (it runs in the family). I want to
fiiiiixxxxxx it!!!!
But I see my
open garage door, a shelter from the storm. It is only steps away where I know
warm towels and a hot shower await me. The storm has passed. My
sanity has been restored.
Jim H.
04.01.2025
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