Today I am feeling completely ungrounded, quite scared, but curious and hopeful at the same time. The feeling puts me in mind of several years ago when I was determined to participate in an activity called a zip line at a wilderness camp my son was attending. I have no idea why I wanted to do this crazy thing. Perhaps just to prove to myself that I could do something I was terrified of (I do this frequently in my life). The plan was to climb about 200 feet up a tree, stand upon a 1 foot square platform, hook the cable to the harness, and jump. The zip line would carry my suspended body at a downward angle hundreds of feet through the air until I landed in a lake. The climb was nothing.
The terror came when I had to relinquish control, trust the harness, and jump. It was my decision what to do. Part of me knew I would not be harmed, yet I felt terrified (many of the same physical symptoms I experience regularly now). I could have climbed back down, given up, tormented myself for being a coward and weakling, or. I took a deep breath, sent out some sort of non-verbal "prayer" for some universal energy to sustain me, and I jumped. 'Twas exhilarating and terrifying and satisfying all at once. I did it twice more. Today, I feel as if I am steps away from standing upon the platform...still climbing, getting closer. I'm not sure what I'm going to see when I get there, if anything. I am hopeful that I will be able to "jump"--out of dissociation, into memory, reality, feeling, life. I am hopeful that my deepest self and the people who love and care about me will ensure that the harness is secure and that I will emerge at the end shaky, wet, alive, and triumphant. That's how I'm feeling today.