Living With Addiction
Strongholds of Depression
Day 13 of 40
So what else contributed to this California beach girl who presumably had it all, you know, looks, brains, and popularity, to end her own life by driving off a cliff after repeated failed attempts? Was it another he? Well… Shame is his name and his game!
Suicide and depression are just the underbellies of this beast called shame, especially when there’s a controlling link and lineage in living with addiction.
What is shame? Webster’s definition states shame as “a painful emotion caused by consciousness of guilt, shortcoming, or impropriety”; but more importantly, it’s “a condition of humiliating disgrace or disrepute.” Aaahhhhh… that not being trusted because of humiliation or respected by others that disrepute claims. Isn’t that the “What-would-people-say-if-they-found-out syndrome?”
Kind of like the aftermath: Run, hide, cover it up so no one will find out. Throw those skeletal remains into the closet and slam it shut, making sure to lock it with bolt and key. Afterwards, run down to the river and throw the key into the deepest part of the raging current and never mention it again! Cover-up is essential, no matter the cost! The shadows of darkness…
What kind of life is that? Shame had reared its ugly head for far too long in my life and my family’s lineage. That Persona of Perfection! Reiteration of why my addictive behaviors and chronic symptomatology of depression and suicidal tendencies were overlooked combined with the humiliation from driving off the cliff being swept underneath the rug, so to speak, never to be spoken of again unless controlling reminders of the darkened shadow emerged.
I get it! I mean, I own up to my own choices and behaviors and I have taken complete ownership of what transpired. That’s why I’ve never stopped working to get to the core of what has held my family captive of such darkness since the Lord healed me of my depression. I am completely aware of this problem and I want these dysfunctional strongholds severed.
In raising my own sons who did things at times that made me cringe and brought humiliation; the cycle of shame continued by running and hiding for shelter to get rid of the evidence, you know, those skeletal remains, except for tackling the truth and reason for the problem.
Pride, denial, S-H-A-M-E! That was my comfort zone, familiar go-to, spend exhausting chunks of time covering it up instead of finding a solution for severance because that’s what I knew and my choices and decisions reflected that.
The amount of time we waste on covering up our mistakes, our true lives, our decisions and choices, rob us of the life that God intended for us to live. I think about all the shame I carried throughout my life and will always be working on my own junk so I can be the best Beloved that God designed me to be.
That shame did not stop ruling me once I became healed of my depression. In fact, it grew! That shame just announced more profoundly the worth and value I placed on the wrong sources of identity; marriage, beauty, family, career, prestige, social status, you name it!
This Shame Game led me to stay in relationships and environments that were unhealthy, yet familiar, with addiction running rampant through control and abuse day in and day out.
Remember how I mentioned before how addictive behaviors are a magnet for destruction? That chaos that spins the web of destruction in abusive relationships is by far the hardest battle to survive and break free from. My body cringes and shutters when I’m reminded of what I allowed in my life; chaos, addiction, abuse, infidelity, betrayal; it goes on!
Shame is like an article of clothing we put on everyday so we’re not naked and exposed! Unless we realize how natural and controlling it is over our lives, we’ll never truly understand what the cycle of living with addiction involves.
Tomorrow I will share a Story of Shame that has not only effected many generations of Beloveds negatively through shame, but it robbed the most amazing and beautiful woman (whom I’m honored and proud to be a genetic part of ♥) of the life God created and designed her to have.
She lived underneath the Veil of Shame and curse of what addiction robs without embracing her beauty, charm, intelligence and persona of style and sophistication. She received her life as a curse to carry in shame and secret instead of embracing the beautiful woman she truly was! I was saddened to find out how a life was lived behind closed doors!
Until next time…