Saturday, August 24, 2019

Perception

Written sometime in 2014
Perception

            “I love you, Aileen”… Words every 15 year old girl wants to hear from their Dad, right?  You would think so, but those very words sent chills down my spine the last time I heard them out of my Dads mouth.  It wasn’t just the words though, it was the monotone & detached way they were expressed that led me to begin preparing for what I knew was coming.  Our lives were about to drastically change and I could feel it.  The only question was, how was I going to influence the situation in order to get the best outcome for all of us involved?
It was New Year’s Day in 1996 and I was grounded like normal. Mom was cooking all sorts of delicious food & the Rose Parade was on.   My brothers & sister kept coming into my room to sneak me treats and tell me about the cool floats they were watching on TV.  We were a tight pack of siblings and always looked out for each other.  We were all pretty good about living in fantasy land & pretending we didn’t live in the twilight zone.  My Dad hadn’t spoken a nice word to me in weeks and everyone was walking on egg shells inside themselves but smiling on the outside.  Although most of life up to this point had been chaotic the prior year had been downright insane and I knew anything was possible.  That night when my Dad walked past my room he whispered those words, “I love you, Aileen”, but he didn’t look at me & he didn’t slow his pace.  The voice that I heard wasn’t even his, he was already gone.  He had threatened to kill himself & us in the past and I remember being so horribly scared.  I would cry & pray that nothing would happen but it was different this time, I wasn’t scared at all and I prayed it would end fast and with just him. 
            That was our last New Year’s together as a nuclear family & the pull of a trigger dramatically changed life as we knew it forever.  How was Mom going to raise us 5? I am, and always have been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. The thing I learned that night, was we don’t always get to know “why” right away and eventually I realized, it’s not the why that matters.  Sometimes it takes years for things to make sense and I found that looking at a situation as an observer can help change the way I perceive the situation.  Now I know that when you change your perception, things just seem to change.  Watching my dad kill himself drastically changed my self-worth and for many years I saw life through the eyes of a victim.  I let someone else’s experience determine how my experience was going to play out and that person wasn’t even here anymore. 
            It was almost midnight & I knew it was getting close.  I could hear my mom trying to talk him out of it, she even called my grandma. My three year old sister was in the room with them and she was all I cared about.  I quietly walked down the hall & looked through the crack of the door jam.  I knew I couldn’t disturb the scene because he might freak out and take us all out, so I patiently waited.  My legs were shaking, palms were sweaty & I remember feeling cold on the inside.  It felt unreal & I didn’t know how I was so strong & focused but I was.  As I stood there watching I analyzed and thought about what I was going to do after he did it, and then it happened.  My mom was screaming & trying to plug the hole in his juggler, my grandma was screaming on the phone and then I started screaming.  I grabbed my sister, ran her out, and cleaned the blood off of her. The oldest brother guarded the little boys from seeing anything while 911 was called.  My mom continued trying to save him but he was long gone.  The cops probably got there fast but it seemed like forever.  Our Aunt, Uncle, cousin and grandma got there not long after to get us out of there.  The ride to my Aunts house was the longest ride ever, I remember feeling like it was a dream and I was waiting to wake up.  Things are kind of blurry after that but I did break down at the viewing.  It all became so real, I was never going to see my dad again and I was not okay with that.  Family members told me I climbed in the casket with him but I don’t recall that.  No matter how crazy and abusive he was, I loved him and was devastated that my dad was gone.  I died that night right along with him.  I blamed myself for being a “bad kid” and for not conforming to his twisted rules.  I was a zombie, a walking to do list, and was literally just going through the motions of life. It eventually turned to anger and life went even darker.  I did lots of drugs and drank tons of alcohol to numb life for many years.  I tried to die on a regular basis but GOD had other plans for me.  I was not in the driver seat of life, life was driving me. 
Three months after he died I ended up in an unhealthy relationship and went on to bring three children into this world.  The cycle continued, and while we weren’t as dysfunctional as my parents were, we weren’t stable parents by any means.  Drugs, alcohol and violence continued to run ramped and death still always seemed appealing.  No one around me knew how things really were because I had been putting a fake smile on my whole life and was a pro at it by that point.    Eventually, living life this way wasn’t working.  I asked myself if I was ever going to be happy and really thrive.  I didn’t know how I was going to, but I knew I could overcome anything and I wanted to.  It was time to move mountains and make some changes.  I had also been told that forgiveness will set you free, and so the journey to freedom began. 
I left my husband when I was 29 and while that made some aspects of life better there was still underlying issues.  You can run but you’re always there.  I’ve never been a religious person so when my friend wanted me to see her spiritual guide I was a little hesitant but I knew I needed help cleaning out the closet so I went.  I consulted him a few times for insight but quickly realized that I didn’t need a spiritual guide.  What I needed was personal growth.  I started reading books and finding techniques that would help me grow.  I came across a quote, “Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.” ~ Wayne Dyer.  I remember thinking, “what a joke, that’s too easy!” 
Is it possible to find blessings from a tragedy? Absolutely, if you choose to!  That Wayne Dyer quote had my wheels spinning so I decided to give it a try.  I figured if I wanted my life to change, I had to change the way I felt about life.   I wanted to be happy but I was stuck on all of the “bad” things that I had experienced and the fact that my therapist at the time, told me statistics said I should be a “crack whore” or dead wasn’t helping either.  Regardless of what I had been through, what people said about me or how people treated me, bottom line was I wanted to feel good.  
I started asking myself “what is a feeling?’  I found that a feeling is a general state of consciousness determined by belief.  So what is belief? By definition a belief is basically an acceptance of a statement.  Both are a state of mind, something we control, therefore we can change how we feel.   Once I realized we have the capability of reprogramming our thought patterns and inevitability we create our future, it became a matter of responsibility.  If I create my reality then I am responsible for everything that has happened to me and that leaves no one to blame but myself.  I found that when I quit placing blame and reclaimed my power, forgiveness just kind of happened and life became easy.  Through education and reprogramming I’ve changed my perception on suicide and have discovered that creating joy is easy.  Through experience and Guidance from the good Lord above, I’ve been blessed with validation that when you change your perception you change your life.

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