One of the first things you hear when you are healing from trauma is that healing isn’t linear. The first time I heard this phrase from my therapist, I assumed it was just something she was saying so that I could feel like I had an excuse when I had a bad day. I viewed it almost as a cop out. That phrase didn’t resonate with me and I felt as if I would be weak if I believed in it. I am me and I am strong – therefore I will be different. My healing will be fast and easy and I will persevere without any hiccups along the way. Boy, was I wrong. Ironically, my third year of healing has been the hardest by far so I guess this is life, yet again, teaching me these lessons the hard way.

I will share with you the bad news first: I still have not reached the end of my dental journey and my front tooth still hasn’t been replaced. I had been counting down to the finish line. I fully believed that this chapter of my life would have closed in the beginning of 2021. I had already dealt with the disappointment of my implant surgery failing the previous year, which is very rare, so what were the chances it would fail again? I walked into implant day feeling so optimistic and almost riding the high of all of the support i had rallied around me. The procedure was completed, however, there wasn’t enough bone growth in the proper place for the implant to be successful and now it’s just sewn up in my gums awaiting the new plan.
The good news is: there is a new plan! After second, third and fourth opinions, I am happy to announce that I have an appointment scheduled for August 4 with a new dentist, a brand new procedure and hopefully a new outcome. Honestly, I am terrified for this appointment because it is going to be intense. They will be pulling my other front tooth, removing the failed implant, inserting bone grafts in their place, shaving down the two teeth on either side of my front teeth and positioning a 6 tooth bridge across the front of my mouth. To say that I’m nervous is an understatement. I am a mixture of excited, scared, anxious, cautiously optimistic and worried. If you happen to think about it on that day, send good vibes my way!

Now that the dental news is out of the way, let’s discuss this idea of healing not being linear and what that actually means and looks like. I believe that we as humans are capable of incredible strength, patience, determination and self control. Through this experience, I have tried my hardest to live my life as though I am not battling within myself on a daily basis. The first year after the assault was so overwhelming that I’m not sure I even had time to truly feel my emotions and understand all of the things I was facing. After the first failed dental surgery, I hit a brief dark place understandably, but I felt as though I handled it very well and bounced back with optimism and energy to push forward. The second year was a lot of anticipation for the end of this chapter. It’s hard work to heal mentally and emotionally from an abusive relationship and I had dedicated myself to healing every little bit of it. The hang up was, even if I felt healed on the inside, I still wasn’t fully healed on the outside and it forced me to be reminded of that every moment of every day. When I got the news that my second implant procedure failed, I was devastated on a level I had never felt before. It crushed me. I wasn’t prepared for bad news and I didn’t know how to face it. It sent me into a dark spiral and I quickly found myself in the lowest low of my life.

Healing isn’t linear? Well, I guess it’s not. The version of myself that smiled every day in spite of how crappy my teeth looked was gone. My laughter was replaced with tears. I entered a depression that consumed me so quickly that I didn’t even know what was happening until I was drowning in it. My energy was so low that I spent so many days not leaving my bed. I was consumed in asking WHY. Why do i have to wait so long to heal from this? Why am I facing so much failure? Why do I deserve this? “Why” questions can be dangerous because they usually don’t have a definite answer. You can get lost in questions like these for hours, days, weeks. Truthfully, there isn’t an answer to any of them that would make me feel better anyway so i had to train myself to stop asking them.

In the depths of this depression, I quit my full time job. I physically and mentally could not do it anymore. I struggled being around other people because I knew I wasn’t capable of being the version of myself that they knew. Being in public was torture most days and I spent a lot of time alone. Being alone is already fairly natural for me, but now I was unable to fulfill even basic social outings. I found myself canceling plans all the time. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. I felt like I had lost direction and purpose and my life lacked fulfillment and vision. I was alone all the time and I was the worst company for myself.

During this time with my mind so clouded and my motivation non existent, I was trying to find a solution for my teeth. It took everything I had mentally, physically, emotionally, financially – to try to find a way to fix this curse that continued haunting me. Because I had quit my job, my funds were getting low as the months passed and I was in and out of various dentist offices. At one point I thought i finally found a dentist and a plan that would work but the only problem was the price was absolutely insane. There was no way I would be able to afford it and I became so frustrated that I even had to worry about this mess.
After considering multiple options for financial assistance, I decided to take a different route. I reached out to my abuser and I asked him to pay. I felt strongly that the person responsible should own the debt. Since court had failed me two years prior, I felt that this was my only hope for this outcome. He requested to meet in person to discuss and at first I was extremely hesitant. We came to an agreement with terms that I felt safe with and we met face to face in a public park. This may sound crazy, but seeing him that day changed me. It validated my growth and healing. It highlighted my confidence and self control. You can spend years in therapy and working on yourself each and everyday to heal from someone and it feels somewhat easy when you never have to see them. Facing him showed me how much I have changed. It showed me that I am strong and that I can keep pushing forward. It jolted me out of my depression state and I almost instantly felt powerful and capable and motivated. I pulled myself out of bed. I drove to the park. I sat at the picnic table. I faced him. I handled what needed to be handled and I left feeling more empowered than I have in years.

Healing isn’t linear. Our meeting in the park was almost 2 months ago and I have not had a depressing day since. I have turned a corner and I feel lighter and much more in control of myself. My negative emotions have subsided and I have sustained consistent motivation for weeks now. I feel good and I think internally, I am reaching a place of acceptance of this journey as a whole. Most things in life are bittersweet and I suppose this is a strange example of that. I am learning to love who I am again. I am finding less and less value in what others think of me and it’s given me a freedom that is indescribable. Healing isn’t linear and I have finally learned the importance of that statement. Knowing that bad days exist is crucial knowledge to have because when they appear they won’t invalidate all of the good days.

Things are looking up and I genuinely feel hopeful to be able to put all of this to rest very soon. I can’t wait to simply smile again without the immediate reminder of my past. Never give up. There are lessons in every hurdle and there is opportunity for growth at every bump in the road.
Thank you for your continued support and encouragement. It means the world to me.
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