I have carried this anger around, used this anger to drive me.... get me through college, get me through bullying, get me through everything. But now, it is not a tool. It is destroying me.
You see, I could fight my employers when I was being bullied before. Now, I have a five year old, and with the economy the way it is, there is no finding another job. I have to work with the perpetrator. Yes, my employer has chosen to keep us working together in this god awfully awkward environment. Because they CAN. So I have a constant trigger at work to boot.
Back to forgiveness. I am not there with my work bully yet so I did go astray. This bully and my current work condition forced me to break my old traditions... the fight or flight response that I would use to AVOID my PTSD. Now I am forced to deal with the roots of my anger instead of just using the anger to propel me.
I fell apart. Literally had a homocidal break. Constantly having intrusive thoughts for hours on end during the day.
I too am told that I need to work towards forgiveness, and I believe it is so that I can release that anger that eats me alive. From what I understand forgiveness can be a long, persistent, conscious struggle.
My assignment this week is to write a letter to my SOB father. Tell him what I am angry about. My therapist doesn't think that I should expect to walk directly to forgiveness, but take this step towards that goal.
I believe that small steps may work, and I am definately at the point where I can write this letter.
Mind you, my father is dead. He will never see the letter. It is strictly for me and if I choose to share, for my therapist.