I was looking at my shoes and the floor. The office was bright; all walls were painted white, there are a few paintings and some furnitures. It was a Catholic Recovery Center. There were only about a few people there and my older brother accompanied me.
I was twenty-two I think. It was a long time ago. My Life Coach is a certified specialist. She is soft-spoken and attentive.
She had requested for me to take some tests. That was the initial part of the recovery program.
Then, she told me that I will be alright. She smiled, she said, the mere fact that you came here shows enough that you have the bravery to recover and I will teach you skills to encourage you when times will be difficult.
She, told me that upon assessment I had bottled-up anger issues that would also manifest as trust-issues. Then, she told me, don't worry that's normal for people like you. After what happened to you which is inhumane, somehow, I'm glad that you survived. Then, she smiled.
She asked me to write down all my strong points.
I wrote being prayerful as an example among other traits.
She also asked me to write down all my weak points.
I wrote being extremely shy as an example among other traits.
Then, she instructed me that whenever there would be challenging situations, the best thing to do is to focus on my strong points.
Be assertive.
And, walk away if you have to and she asked me to attend a retreat for a Life Directions Seminar.
There were a lot of sessions.
And for those I am grateful.
Looking back after twenty years or so, I would say that those sessions helped me a lot.
I remember the last session. She wished me well and patted me on the back, bade farewell and said, May God be with you on your journey!
Be close to your family. They love you.
I was sitting on a bridge one fine day. Only one said you can do it, fight for your life.
I was just resting just so you know. My older brother and I, whenever we would see someone at the bridge looking down on the waters. We would say, don't jump!
You know what, people even laughed at me. One man even pointed to a homeless man insinuating that I would end up like that man. I prayed for that man.
Statistically, people are just so busy with their own thoughts that they miss the peripherals.
But me, I would ask someone who is on the bridge if everything is okay and I would talk that person out of it.
But then again, like what I told you I was just resting and absolutely had no plans to jump off the bridge.
People who do that though just walk and instantly climb over and jump off... there is no turning back for them. No one can talk them out of it.
It's sad.
If only they knew that their family loves them dearly then they would not have done so.
Whatever it is that you are going through, I would say go to Jesus and Mary.
Relax, take it easy!
God is in charge.
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