They Called Me Brave
In October of
2009—after several hospitalizations—I was diagnosed with Severe Depression and
Anxiety and admitted into the Intensive Outpatient Program at the hospital. I
began working on my issues of depression and was told repeatedly that I was
codependent. It was suggested that I attend CoDA meetings as well as therapy. I
screwed up the courage, found a meeting and went.
It was the third
week of October. I got lost (I am also directionally challenged). I was tearful
and upset when I knocked on the door of the meeting. Even though I was late
they allowed me to enter. I sat and listened. I was too anxious to hear much,
but the group was warm and welcoming, and I was given pamphlets and
information. I went to my second meeting in Glenview. I was very nervous;
again, I was treated with warmth, understanding and compassion. As I listened,
I realized they were speaking a language I understood. I felt as if I belonged
and was no longer alone.
I am the oldest
of 6, had an alcoholic father and a mentally ill mother, and my grandparents
were also alcoholic and mentally unstable. Secrets were common in my family.
The secrets were destructive. I was praised for caring for my brothers and
sisters, doing chores and being good. I was raged at and made to feel that I
was nothing. It was a rough childhood. I was abandoned by my mother repeatedly
and also have abandonment issues, which worked right into me being codependent.
My desire to be
loved was stronger than I could deal with and I spent many nights crying myself
to sleep. My first suicide attempt was when I was 13. Throughout the years I
have tried many times. I had five children and held many jobs. I raged. I was
unhappy. I was promiscuous. I stayed in relationships too long. The men in my
life were emotionally not present and/or alcoholics. I allowed myself to be
battered. My life was totally unmanageable.
I spent my first
two years listening and finding the sources of my codependency. I attended
workshops, retreats and conferences. I worked the steps with another member. I
went out with groups for fellowship and attended two meetings a week. I knew I
was very much the victim type but hadn’t yet realized I was also controlling. I
told my story at a conference and afterward people kept coming up and thanking
me for sharing. They called me brave. I was shaking inside, I sure didn’t feel
brave, and yet so many people over the years have come up to me and told me
that my story and shares have helped them.
I have realized
the how and why of my codependency and I have felt the continuing pull of it,
even now after almost 10 years in the program. I know I will not ever graduate
from this program, but I am changing and have changed so very much. I am almost
the person I want to be, thanks to CoDA!
Barbara M.
08/01/2019
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