Sweet, scary, saving surrender. I thought I had done it. I thought I had admitted that I was indeed powerless over my husband’s sexual addiction. And I thought I could do it without working the steps. I was wrong.
I realized that as Rhyll Croshaw stared lovingly but firmly into my eyes-and the eyes of a dozen others. She said, “I can’t be an instrument in God’s hands, if I don’t work my recovery.”
Our therapist asked me last week to look deep inside myself and to discover what my purpose is in all of this. Having a purpose in the pain and trauma gives it meaning, he explained. And if I can find that purpose, then I can heal. I can recover. Purpose in the pain.
Pain. Purpose. Path. Progression.
When Rhyll spoke those words, I knew she was stating my purpose. She read it on my heart. It’s carved there like a love note on a maple tree.
My purpose is to share my pain. My purpose is to strengthen others as I have been strengthened. Then my trauma will not be in vain.
But I must recover. I must be strong.
Hence…Anne Girl Recovery.