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  • Writer's pictureJulie Checknita

Facing Fears 2: Daddy Issues Uncovered - Breaking the Cycle of Abuse

Updated: Dec 10, 2018

My father never wanted a daughter and made it known from my earliest memory. I grew up being told I would never amount to anything and that I was stupid. Grew up being called a slut and worthless.

Growing up with a verbally / emotionally abusive father, I never really learned what a deep and healthy love from a male felt like - never really learned how to accept this version of love. Grew up, learning to build walls to protect myself from those around me. Grew up, feeling like this was something to be ashamed of, something to hide.

Carrying this with me as I begun to date, I was attracted to partners who would recreate those same feelings I was so uncomfortably comfortable with.

Seeking out emotionally unavailable, wounded men, because I too, was emotionally unavailable and wounded. Drawn to “safe” partners, who would demand less of me emotionally while running from those who dared to love too freely. Attracting those who were comfortable remaining on the surface level, those who liked my tough girl, hard to get exterior.

Choosing partners I thought I could change or fix, as they repeated their own self-destructive patterns, I became a master at directing my energy towards fixing anyone and everyone but myself.

This was my greatest distraction. A "noble" and less obvious distraction as I joke, but a distraction nonetheless. Instead of using my time and energy to process the pain I was continuing to accumulate by repressing and running, I was choosing to pour my energy into my partners and those around me - choosing to seek love externally, rather than really learning to love myself enough to want more.

Ultimately, by doing this, I was repeating the cycle of abuse. Repeating patterns that only added to my childhood trauma, without even realizing it. Setting myself up for further hurt, further struggle.

Realizing this was one of the most heartbreakingly difficult, yet empowering realizations of my life. By making choices that were only adding to my pain, I was repeating the cycle of abuse, not only through my choices, but through my thoughts and internal dialogue.

But most importantly, I realized that I held the power. Me. I had power to make different choices - choices that would begin to break this long standing cycle of abuse.

While overwhelming, this realization, eventually propelled me to really commit to facing my greatest fear and open to exploring myself and all those experiences I had been running from for so many years. And as I begun to do the work, I started to notice just how many around me were also avoiding their feelings, also running and distracting - avoiding getting real.

At the same time, I also began noticing those around me who were doing the work to face their own pain. Began noticing those living freer, more connected lives. After my first trip to Bali to complete a yoga training with an inspirational woman whom I will forever be grateful for, I really started to believe there was another way to experience life.

Regardless of whether you can relate to the experience of childhood trauma or not, as we move through life, we all eventually experience some form of trauma. "General population studies have shown that a large proportion of people in developed countries have been exposed to at least one traumatic event in their lifetime."

At the very least, throughout life, we all experience heartbreak, loss and disappointment. When the pain of these experiences are not dealt with, it can build up within, impacting our life choices, happiness and physical health.

Often, these experiences can lead us to want to numb out and distract ourselves from really dealing with the uncomfortable emotions they bring up. Often, these experiences leave us guarded, and less trusting of those around us.

This was me. To a T.

Over the years I reached expert status at distracting myself from really facing the pain, anger, resentment & all those other emotions us women are taught we aren't supposed to feel.

Over the years I became a ninja at disconnecting from my emotions, and from many of those around me. Distracting myself with alcohol and shopping in my younger years and excessive busyness, fast-paced power yoga (that only intensified my fire), shopping, and at times, an excess of plant medicine in my married life.

For so many years, I was in denial, doing anything and everything I could to avoid facing the emotions that were continuing to build up and bubble beneath the surface. This repression impacted my relationships & greatly influenced my interaction with the world around me.

My most significant partner, a talented man, worked long hours in a demanding career and barely had the energy to eat meals, let alone connect in a way I begun to see possible.

And while I don’t want to focus on him, he played a significant role in my journey. He was the man I loved most in this world - the man who brought me to Hawaii, and worked hard to provide a beautiful life. And while I truly believe he loved me the very best he knew how, he was the man I allowed to break my heart just enough times for me to want more.

Through this relationship, I discovered talk therapy and the path of yoga and begun the extensive work to break my destructive cycle and face my shit. And while my partner wasn't quite ready to completely face his own pile of shit, he tried the best he could and I will forever be grateful for his role in my journey. But there came a time where I simply couldn't bear the weight of his issues anymore - where the love was no longer enough for me to continue pouring myself into trying to fix him, myself and our marriage.

Deep down I knew I had to focus my energy on fixing myself. Deep down, I knew there was a different kind of love out there. I saw it. Not a perfect love, nor a perfect person, but a love where both people were aware of and willing to continuously work on their shit as it came up, throughout the ups and downs of life. So after years of trying to make it work, I made the toughest decision of my life and left my marriage to continue on along my healing journey alone.

To be continued....

As you may have guessed, writing has been one of the most therapeutic tools along my journey. Journaling, reading, connecting with others who have also experienced trauma and now, sharing, has been key in helping me process and move through many memories that were deeply repressed.

As I continue to share my story, I want to clarify that my goal is not to play the victim. Rather, to remind you all just how much power we have within. No matter what you have been through, you are not alone. No matter what you have been through, you CAN work through it, heal and turn your experiences into something positive. There is always hope and you are never alone in your struggle.

All it takes is a dedication to slowing down enough to gain awareness, an openness to getting to know yourself on a deeper level - and most of all, a commitment to healing. A commitment to getting real and doing things different. And as I'm learning, the commitment to yourself is the greatest commitment you can make. :)

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