A Life Unravelled
I am of an age
When the formative years
It starts with
I had forgotten.
Tumultuous times of
Tumult covered by more
A child overwhelmed;
A teenager confused;
Until in the thirties
As it must ~
Or die bitter.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m seeking professional help to unravel and make peace with my life.
Starting in my late 20s I began to experience wake-up calls. People and events emerged to shake things up, most often sending me into an emotional tailspin.
My initial response was always that of the victim.
“Why me? What did I do?”
Then one day something started to happen.
I started to wake up.
My grandmother’s death when I was in my early thirties snapped me out of a career malaise. Instead of being bitter about the loss of someone I loved I was going to honour her memory by honouring my heart’s desire.
I embarked on my true journey with the horse. Granny would like this, I thought, as she was also passionate about horses. More importantly, however, she’d want me to be happy.
My two years as an equestrian coaching intern were a refiner’s fire. The veneer of my “happy” married life began to be stripped away until I could finally see the truth of its dysfunction. The victim was alive and well and absorbed into the drama of another who, I quickly realized, resembled my emotionally distant, self-absorbed and delinquent father.
Within a few years we divorced. I sought my first round of counselling and avoided dating once I realized I was attracting variations on a negative theme. I was determined to relinquish emotional baggage and find a healthier way of being.
My eyes were opening.
Eighteen months later I met my future husband. A kind, gentle, thoughtful, caring and emotionally mature man. (What he was doing with me took me a long time to understand.) The road was rocky. I’d had no experience being with such a person. But unlike the previously dysfunctional men in my life, he was genuinely interested in my well-being and demonstrated through deed, and not just word, his devotion.
I learned to accept I might be worthy of something different than my normal experience.
My eyes opened further.
Two years later, tragedy in the riding arena as a school horse I’d been riding died following a freak jumping accident. Getting back in the saddle was difficult. The silver lining came a few months later with the opportunity to part-board a beautiful thoroughbred mare, Murphy. This lasted nearly three years.
And then Murphy died of cancer. More blinding misery, but the courage to look for a silver lining.
Five months later, a dream come true when Bear entered my life. Finally, a horse to call my own. But I wanted to be an aware horse owner. I wanted to build a relationship based on trust. I turned to natural horsemanship and enrolled in Chris Irwin‘s Train the Trainer program. While I was fine tuning my horsemanship skills the horses were reflecting back to me how broken I was, my insecurities rearing their ugly heads and demanding my unbridled attention.
Another wake up call; another realization that I needed more help.
Enter art therapy and meditation. I became more grounded and a beautiful collection of veil paintings was born of my unburdening. This journey lasted about 18 months.
And I was still working with Bear ~ the experience of self-awareness around him bringing greater depth and meaning to our relationship. A new self-confidence was emerging; the victim was beginning her retreat.
And then my eyes opened some more.
A week in Sarajevo in February 2009. Panic attacks. Anxiety. My inner personal hell rising to the surface and reflected in the sad, unhappy state of a recovering war-torn city.
Within weeks I was sitting in a therapist’s office, the depression and anxiety, the feeling of being stuck and weighted down by things beyond my understanding more than I could bear.
The true work of unravelling a lifetime began sitting in a chair opposite a stranger whose only desire was to help me along the road to wellness.
The pain, anger, bitterness, grief, shame, the trauma of abuse laid bare. The broken-ness of my life lying before me like the scattered pieces of a puzzle waiting to be re-assembled, but with awareness.
Eyes ever opening.
And with this a sense of liberty. The freedom to begin to see myself differently. The triumph of survival and a new-found understanding of what it means to thrive. The tools to rebuild the puzzle of my life into something more functional. An opportunity to create a clearer picture of who I really am while releasing the illusion forced upon me when I had no concept of self and no choice but to absorb and reflect the drama and dysfunction of the adults around me.
A life unravelled.
A life reclaimed.
Thanks for visiting,
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013
9 thoughts on “A Life Unravelled”
Dorothy thank you for sharing your journey. You are courageous and have my admiration for reclaiming your life. God bless!
Thank you, Mark … 🙂
You are to be applauded for your constant search for peace and understanding. Your art work is lovely and in your writing I can always see the love in your heart for Bear which translates to hope and caring in all your other relationships. Congratulations on reclaiming your life Dorothy. Be proud and walk with your head held high. You are a true winner.
Thank you. 🙂 … It is an ongoing journey, of course. I to inspire others by sharing my experiences. … Be well, Dorothy 🙂
I’m intrigued by the idea of the “veil paintings.” Can you elaborate? [Coming as I am from the LDS culture, I have thoughts of the 2 veils that bookmark our lives: the veil of forgetfulness that women are the guardians of, as we welcome spirits into this world, and the veil we part as we leave this world and return to our Heavenly Home.]
Hi there! Here’s a link to a post I wrote about veil painting. I hope this helps. If you have any further questions after reading this, let me know. … Be well, Dorothy 🙂
Your ability to keep climbing up after life knocks you down is proof resilience hides behind many disguises.
Yes, it does. I believe it also shows that we are stronger than we think. … Hope you are well. Thanks for stopping by … 🙂