“…And I know it’s a heavy load carrying those tears around
Carrying those fears around, worry makes the world go round…
So don’t worry, don’t worry I’m here by your side
By your side, by your side
We’re letting go tonight!
Yesterday is gone and you will be okay
Place your past into a book
Burn the pages, let ’em cook oh
Yesterday is dead and gone and so today
Place your past into a book
Burn the pages, let ’em cook” – Sia, “Burn the Pages”
Junk thoughts belong where junk goes: The trash (or recycling).
I recently started dating a wonderful person whom I adore. He makes my heart sing and shout for joy. We’re kind of a disgustingly cute couple. (Sorry not sorry.)
This is by far the healthiest relationship I’ve ever had the privilege of sharing with someone. We are partners through and through – equality in all things. We’re living out the biblical call to outdo one another in showing honor, and it feels right. However, that doesn’t mean old and unproductive thoughts from past relationships don’t crop up here and there – thoughts and lessons that have little to no relevance to my day-to-day sweet moments with Lucas.
In some instances, it’s like the 24-year-old me who’s self-assured and knows that her home is in herself and in God, not in another person, disappears and the 17-year-old or 22-year-old who had unhealthy boundaries and low self-esteem crop up. They seem to crop up to remind me of lessons that I’ve learned – good and bad alike – from past relationships, as if I’m going to forget and make the same mistakes. As if I’d never learned at all.
This is a real thing, right? We all try to learn from our pasts – those who forget them are doomed to repeat them, after all. But not all of what we have learned is real or helpful. If some of the “lessons” I learned was that I’m not good enough/I’m not enough or, conversely, that I’m too much, how can these possibly be helpful? They just bore a hole in my soul.
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.” – John Banville
As these old, painful thoughts and fears were bubbling up, I paid a visit to a counselor at school (not my usual therapist because she was busy) to get some encouragement. She encouraged me to write every hurtful lesson that I’ve ever learned (from explicit words, implicit actions, and my own feelings) from relationships on a piece of paper. Then, to burn it. (There’s a second step to do after this that’s a construction process rather than a deconstruction process – keep reading.)
I nearly cried as I wrote all of the terrible things that I was carrying in my heart – everything from “I need to be the perfect partner” to “talking about my feelings with my partner is showing weakness, makes me needy, and they’ll blame them on me and leave me” to “my health problems make me a heavy burden” to “I am an object to be used rather than a person to be cherished.” Wow. These words deserved to be burned because I know that nothing about them is true. Some of the lessons have partial truths in them, but some have nothing in them besides hurt, fear, and shame.
My office may or may not have smelled like s’mores for the next day or two, but boy, was it worth it.
“[Siblings], I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,” – Philippians 3:13 (NIV)
As I burned these awful words, lessons, and thoughts that had been explicitly and implicitly taught to me (or become part of my feelings and eventual self-image), I listened to “Learn to Let Go” by Kesha.
“I’m done reliving my bad decisions
I see now maybe there’s a reason
Why I, I, I, I, I, I been through hell and back
Yeah, honestly, it’s what made me who I am
Holding on to wasted time
Gotta learn to let go in life
So I think it’s time to practice what I preach
Exorcise the demons inside me
Whoa, gotta learn to let it go
The past can’t haunt me if I don’t let it
Live and learn and never forget it
Whoa, gotta learn to let it go”
Then, the second step of this process: Perhaps most importantly, I wrote myself a new letter from my older self that I can read to encourage myself and remind myself of the truth when I feel like I’m 17 or 22 again. These words will mean a lot because I wrote them myself and, on my best days, I can speak them with confidence. They include truths like “I am whole on my own and I am nobody’s other half” and “I am resilient, I am never alone, and I know how to walk on my own when necessary” and “I am imperfect and I am enough” and “I am a great and affectionate partner” and “God is my home – my home is not in a person.”
Does having this letter and these truths etched in my heart mean that I’ll never feel those old pains again? Of course not. These hurts are also etched into my heart because they have caused me shame and grief. But they’re becoming less visible than the strengths.
“The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ [these hurts]; you will learn to live with [them]. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss[es] you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.” – Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
But I will not let these old pains overtake the truths about who I am as an individual and as a partner.
There were aspects of each of my old relationships that were beautiful and helped me to grow into the person I am now. But these terrible lessons that I learned? May they continue to burn. I don’t need to worry about forgetting them; I won’t. But now, I will work to have them just be memories. Now, I know that when old feelings crop up, I can say, “I see you, I know where you came from, but I don’t have to believe you and act from this place of hurt.” I can deconstruct and construct once again with self-love and actual truths.
I’ll metaphorically burn these thoughts every time I have to. These little fires will be a reminder that I’m healing.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” – Søren Kierkegaard