Therapy Tuesday, which is always a little sketchy, turned out to be a major celebration! Our wayward teenage part came home; she came home! I cried; had to allow the emotions to come pouring down. My heart was full, my insides felt as if they may burst open with joy. I can only imagine that this is how the father felt in the parable of the prodigal son in Luke 15:20 “So he returned home to his father. And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him. “
I had no idea how long she’d be gone, or what to do, until I realized, “I am in charge of my community.” Duh! Some days I learn so much about DID and myself….I could “go get her” if I needed too. And my therapist (D) and I decided we would try to communicate with her, which I thought would be hopeless. I trust D with how we approach my work in therapy, her intentions are always for us, and seeking wholeness. So….we went for it!
I was able to be present while my part spoke to D, and it was a precious, sweet homecoming. She couldn’t wait to embrace my part, who we have all missed and felt a sense of loss. It was like me getting to hug that part too. I can’t explain it, but I visualized hugging her and hoping she felt loved.
We are hoping her time away was beneficial, and that she was able to realize her “coping behaviors” are dangerous for everyone. I hope she comprehends and believes she can
depend on us to help her find ways to walk through those moments of discomfort. She is willing, and seems motivated to adjust and develop new habits.
It’s no surprise that I am feeling more complete, even though we have an abundance of work ahead. The difference is we are doing it together, and with the help of D, the support of my husband, boys, and my “damn therapists”….we are truly blessed.
**The term “damn therapists” refers to my close circle of friends (3), they just so happen to all be therapists. You can’t make that up, friends! God truly has a sense of humor.