Here's one of the recovery moments I wanted to write about:
On Friday night, having dinner with my family (wife and 5 young children), all was well. Everyone was talking, telling stories and things they had learned. It was so lively that I didn't have a chance to say anything--I made a few hijacked attempts. Then, my daughter had yet another story to tell. I listened politely, but I felt I needed to get away. After she was done I ran into bed. I knew I was feeling this restleness, irritability, and discontent, but I didn't realize how much it had affected me physically--my heart was actually pounding.
My first inclination was to complain to my Higher Power about how miserable I was feeling. But, something I have learned recently is to express gratitute to Him--despite the difficulites, and even FOR the difficulties (ultimately they are from Him and He knows what's best for me). So, I started thanking Him that I am married, have children, that we're all together, that everyone WANTS to be together and talk to each other and share what they have to say.
Then, I realized I had a WIN/LOSE mentality--if YOU talk, it means I can't. As if there's a quota on how much conversation there can, or as if time is suddenly going to run out. Thinking about that, I noticed it was absurd.
I realized that my view of meal time is, "EAT." That's it. But, these family meal times are really when a lot happens--relationships are built here. People learn to share with each other, appreciate each other, and respect each other. To talk, and to listen. I didn't quite get this in my childhood; my Dad was always threatening to build cubby-holes so that everyone would eat in peace and quiet. And, as I mentioned before, my own weakness is that I'm not good at setting boundaries--I easily get trampled over, stifled. I forget that I can say, "I would like to hear what you have to say, but first I have a few words to share." I can take an active role, and not just sit silently by and get swept away by what everyone else is doing.
After a few minutes (this reflective time in bed only took a few minutes), I went back to the table, shared what I had to say, and then everything wound down for the evening.
After all the kids went to bed, I shared these realizations with my wife and she appreciated it.
--Elyah