Hi could you say some more about the way that Jesus set you free? Before recent revelations of just how much C-PTSD has affected my life, I would have said that He had healed me so I was in some sort of denial. A great deal of healing had taken place but this is much deeper.
I remember a few times in my life I had become so disgusted with myself, and the sin I was in, how degraded my mind was . . . I remember just holding it all up to God, PLEASE TAKE THIS AWAY! And I was able to leave it with Him. The first time, I went emotionally numb for a couple of weeks, the last time it lasted a couple of months. But at the end of the emptiness I had a kind of "reset" and was able to go in in a clean life.
The symptoms would always return, my mind would start going off the tracks, until the next time.
Doctors say that the brain damage continues to accrue throughout life, getting worse and worse, if not addressed, resulting in greater difficulties the older we get. I remember reading one doctor, who seemed to say the same as many of them, there was a quote I remember, something like,
". . . this man only came to me in his mid-50's, when this has become so entrenched, the best I can generally do for this kind of patient is to hopefully help them feel better about themself."
I think what was happening when I'd find a temporary reset was successful sublimation. Burying it deep enough to not be a problem, except, it's still there, and would reappear.
Wow! So much to try to organize so that I can express it, without getting weird!
It was early 2018 and I was in the throes of my repetition complulsion, which refers to the victim feeling compelled to repeat the abuse, or the circumstances of the abuse, or to put one's self into a "younger emotional state", that is, before it all became so bad. The idea is "this time, I'm going take control". This is why some who are abused become the abuser. They are repeating their abuse but now from the power position. No longer victim! This is why someone might marry an abusive person, to put themselves back into that place. There is information online about this, and I'm open to any questions someone may want to ask.
Anyway . . . 2018 . . . that was when God started to pull the rug out from under me. First came a crashing realization about how self-driven I'd become, no place for God, or anyone else. He let that confidence fall like a rock. Then my health took a big hit, an infection reduced me to skin and bones, no strength. By 2020 or so I was starting to recover my strength, and had become very dependant on God.
But I was still having the trouble in my mind. At least now I was at war with it, but still! So many times I failed, crushed, begging God for answers, opening my Bible to read, and reading words of how much He loves me, forgives me, He was making me fall in love with Him by His show of love for me.
And one night, I opened to Psalm 129, and read,
Psalms 129:1-4 KJV
1) A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
2) Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
This was the problem!
3) The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
Yes, this is me! My attention as rivetted!
4) The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
And when I read "cut" I felt something fall as a mass from inside me away into the shadows. What just happened?? It's like He cut the darkness away from within me! But I'd long since become very wary of hope. I told myself, if this is real, I'll know it soon enough, and went to bed.
The next day, I seemed new. I was at peace. And I was untroubled by any fleshy thought for the next 5 weeks or so. I told my wife, It's like, maybe I'm who I would have been if all that never happened! I still am not certain how to explain what was happening, only, I realize this is the life of faith, of sanctification, of walking in the Spirit. For about 5 weeks or so that continued, but then one morning, that fleshy voice reawakened, I was was back like I had been.
Except . . . now I knew a kind of life that I wanted, and having tasted, I knew that this was real, available.
It was after this that I learned about repetition complusion, and brain structures, and like that. This knowledge that my lifetime of horror was due to a biological recipe of underdeveloped brain structures, and the resultant lack of function, and reduction of neurotransmitters, and the hyperactivity of other functions. Everything that was corrupting my life was a chemical and electrical echo in my brain from my childhood.
And as that realization sunk in, I sunk into a deep and black depression for the next 5 weeks or so, before I started to see sunlight again.
And since then it's not been a matter of, Just take this all away! It's more like, I've done this because of that . . . this is why I feel that way in that time, and, this is something that triggers me. I feel like I'm now working with the mechanics of my disorder, making true progress, real healing.
It's always difficult to choose what to share, how much, there is so much to our stories!
Much love!