Notsowild, for what it's worth I have to ask which battle are you fighting? Are you fighting the abuse you experienced then? Or do you see a positive out come coming from the fight now?
Sometimes we fight the old fight rather than realizing that todays fight might only be a fight if we allow it to be.
I grew up mostly with neglect and with a whole heck of a lot of belittling. My father owned a Judo school and the only way to get his attention was to train. So from the time I was in 6th grade until I was on the Fort Bragg Judo team I fought. I also boxed and was a paratrooper in the army. I specialized in demolitions. I HAD to be the best warrior I could be. It didn't matter how scared I was, nor what the risk of injury was.
I did all of that and the thing is. In my mind I was always a coward. Nothing could make me see that I wasn't. My dad told me I was.His friends told me I was. The fact that I was scared to get on the Judo mat, to get into a street fight, or get in the boxing ring proved it. They were right, I was a coward.
That was until my counselor helped me see that what my dad and his friends did were truly cruel.
In the mean time I felt it my job to fight every fight that came my way. I used to wonder why I left a path of destruction in my wake. While at the same time feeling like someone needed to stand up to "them"
"Them" was never the issue, "them" was rarely even looking for a fight. I was terrified and hyper reactive. I still am
. My instinct is to fight. No matter how high the anti is I'll raise ya one more. My dad and his friends humiliated and beat that into me non stop until they died.
It's taken years to realize that I don't need to fight every fight. Nor do I have to win. I can decide that peace and tranquility are far more important than strife, chaos and combat. When people say no one ever wins in a fight I always scoffed at that. It turns out to be true. The winner avoids the fight without losing dignity nor the other side losing theirs.
I am still locked in my house, I still suffer from depression and I still can react. I am slowly beginning to reframe my thoughts "wait, before I say anything, did the person mean to hurt me"? "If they did mean to hurt me is it really all that important"? Who am I fighting if I do fight? Am I fighting my dad and all of the injustice done to me as a child or do I have a legitimate issue that needs to be dealt with.
Usually ( not always) I find that when the rage is nearly there, when the adrenalin starts to pump, when the " that's it, time to fight" pops into my head. I'm not fighting what's infront of me. I'm fighting what's behind me.
I don't know if that helps. I hope so.