{"id":991,"date":"2018-04-22T12:02:57","date_gmt":"2018-04-22T00:02:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=991"},"modified":"2021-06-23T17:04:20","modified_gmt":"2021-06-23T05:04:20","slug":"living-with-dragons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=991","title":{"rendered":"Living with dragons"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

My first dragon became a part of my life when I was around 7-8 years old.
His name was Trauma<\/strong>.
His effect on my life was insidious
He grew stealthily through the years
Feeding on each new traumatic situation I encountered
And there have been many
Some great and some small
But each a delicious feeding ground for a hungry dragon
The effects of his presence were not easily perceived.
But eventually
This dragon became so huge
He was overpowering me
He was possessing me
And he multiplied as time passed.
His brother arrived
His name was Grief<\/strong>
They were joined by another brother, Fear<\/strong>
That dragon invited his much bigger brother Anxiety<\/strong> along for the party.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These dragons gained entry into the very core of my being during crucial times of my life
I am in constant war with them.
Mostly I am able to contain them
Keep them relatively small
By carefully avoiding situations that allow them to roar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven years ago they all escaped and attacked me brutally.
With Help<\/strong>, Care<\/strong>  and ongoing Guidance<\/strong>
I herded them back into their cages.
I have spent time healing from the wounds
And learning how to live again
Learning how to live with them
Taming them each time they dared to begin to roar again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over recent months though there have been several times when they have grown too big and they have escaped and overpowered me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One time…
A few months ago I was put into a situation where I was forced to confront them all.
I agreed to go back to the farm.
It had been 3 years since I left
I never thought I would ever go back
I never wanted to go back
But I promised my children to take them
I also offered to take my New Love to introduce him to my past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the time approached
The dragons grew bigger and bigger
I tried as hard as I could to keep them contained
I couldn’t back out
I had to go
I had promised
Fear<\/strong> grew bigger
He fed and fed
– the road
– the unknown at the other end
– the grief of loss
He employed Anxiety<\/strong> to join his feast
They both attacked aggressively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made all sorts of contingency plans
I tried to talk my way through it
I tried to back out of it
I did what I always do
I got busy
I tried to be in control
I told my Love<\/strong> that I had to drive the last 50 miles
that I couldn’t handle being a passenger on ‘that road’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the day we all packed up and left
My Love<\/strong> drove,
and kept driving…
He drove carefully, and was sensitive to my needs
Trust<\/strong> and Courage<\/strong> held me every kilometre of the way.
But they were not yet strong enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anxiety<\/strong> was gnawing on my stomach
He fed on Fear<\/strong>
And grew bigger & bigger
Eventually we stopped at ‘the place’
The place where I lost my first love.
Grief<\/strong> began edging his way out of his box
We carried on for another 15 minutes until we were back at the farm
We stopped at the gate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At that point Grief<\/strong> clambered out from the depths where I had been keeping him hidden & controlled for so long
A huge mountainous dragon
He refused to be contained any longer
He overcame me with such visceral sobbing from the depths of my core
I was completely overcome
I cried & cried
But I was held
by Love<\/strong> and Care<\/strong> and Compassion<\/strong> and Understanding
<\/strong>and together they diminished my dragons back to their lair
They overcame.
Love<\/strong> continues to support me
And as he does
Trust<\/strong> and Courage<\/strong> are growing stronger.
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It’s a daily fight to keep these dragons under control.
But I’m learning to tame them more skilfully each time they escape.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My first dragon became a part of my life when I was around 7-8 years old.His name was Trauma.His effect on my life was insidiousHe grew stealthily through the yearsFeeding on each new traumatic situation I encounteredAnd there have been manySome great and some smallBut each a delicious feeding ground for a hungry dragonThe effects of … Continue reading “Living with dragons”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[19,20,47,4,60,48],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/991"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=991"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/991\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1244,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/991\/revisions\/1244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=991"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=991"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=991"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}