I have been living with anxiety for the past few weeks.
As I've leaned into the anxiety and really explored where it may be coming from I have realized that it is time for me to be brave and move forward. What this means for me at this point in my recovery/marriage/life is that it is time for me to let Mr. Wonderful move back in to our bedroom.
Gasp.
Gulp.
As I write this my eyes fill up with tears.
I am
scared terrified.
I have been terrified from the moment I realized what I need to do to progress. Because lately, I haven't been progressing, I have been complacent and comfortable and lazy.
I have become relatively satisfied with having my own bedroom, closet, bathroom, space, etc... away from Mr. Wonderful. I have found away to create safety while living under the same roof as my husband. I have figured it all out right?
Well, I did have it figured out...
But I am realizing that time keeps moving.
And with moving time comes change.
And with change comes adjustments.
And sometimes those adjustments are scary and hard.
I am in conflict with myself. I
want to keep things the way they are... comfortable, safe, controlled. But I
need to move, take the next step towards healing myself and my marriage.
I don't want to
but I need to. It's time.
I have reached my growth in this place and it's time to move to the next place and continue growing.
And the way I gather enough courage to move is by realizing that by doing this I will have answers. Maybe the answers I get will break my heart, maybe they will heal my heart. But no matter how I look at it, I will be set free...
Or be one step closer to being free.