Every time I think I’ve licked my codependent tendencies, I realize how broken I still am.
Life has a way of forcing us to learn lessons. A couple of weeks ago, I shared stories about how an incurable disease diagnosis led to a crisis of my soul. (Read about it HERE.)
I kept comments closed on those posts, because I knew my search for relief would be controversial to a few people in my life. When the stories went up, I was trekking across Wisconsin. In two days, I did five energetic appearances and drove over 500 miles. I didn’t have time to look at my phone beyond tracing my next stop on Google maps and running credit cards through Square.
If my post caused controversy, I wouldn’t have been able to manage it.
And I knew how it would and where it would. I didn’t sleep for two days from worrying about the fallout.
People everywhere tell me how real I am, and to an extent, it’s true. I don’t lie about myself in my books or online, but I keep a lot hidden for the sake of peace. For most of my life, it’s been easier to omit things to please others. Whenever I put myself and my needs first, I experience crushing guilt, like I’m the concrete pile being driven into the earth.
No wonder my reiki healer told me my soul was empty.
I take on everybody’s stress. My family’s. My friends’. The world’s. I care and I fret and I empathize and I omit and I apologize. In person, I cede control of conversations to those who need……..anything. I shine when somebody needs, and I self-flagellate when I stand up and say, “Enough. I’m empty. I cannot take this on right now.”
I’m determined to be codependent no longer. AND I DON’T CARE WHO OR WHAT TUMBLES FROM MY LIFE.
Maybe that’s what attracted me to Theodosia Burr, a narrator in my novel Hard to Die. Her relationship with her father Aaron Burr was smothering and unorthodox. Some historians believe Burr challenged Alexander Hamilton to their tragic duel because Hamilton repeated an oft-whispered rumor at a party: Aaron Burr slept with his daughter Theodosia.
While I don’t have an opinion on that salacious piece of gossip, I know Theo did everything to please her dad. She married the man he selected, studied every course he recommended, and followed him to his precipitous downfall. When Aaron Burr was in exile, Theo wrote fiery letters to anyone who would listen, begging them to bring him home. She was convinced she had to please her father, even as she boarded a ship and disappeared en route to his front door.
I saw myself reflected in the churned-up ocean as her ship vanished. She was codependent like me.
Do you struggle with codependence? I’d love to read your stories in a comment.
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