I've been thinking a lot recently about power.
The power we give and are given.
The things we're entrusted with and have taken away.
What it feels like to be disenfranchised, overpowered, voiceless.
I've felt a lot of that recently and I'm stunned by it. Not by the fact that it's happened to me, because I'm not immune or above it, nor do I think I'm better than others and shouldn't be subjected to this. Rather, I'm amazed at the intensity of the feeling of helplessness and victimhood.
Intuitively I know I'll rise above these feelings and move forward, but it's just so amazing how they feel. And how overwhelming they can be. Even debilitating...
The frightening part about it--for me anyway--is how these feelings represent the continued empowerment of the person who left me holding my integrity, my intelligence, my ability, my person like a gloppy, pulpy mess in my hands. By wallowing in this depression, I let those who have hurt me continue to hurt me.
Somehow I have to figure out how to get that power back and how to not let the bastards win.
So tell me, bloggers of wisdom, how do I do that? (And fast! I know there's value in mourning a loss, but I have to pay my bills and get back to the old, capable, productive me.) When faced with a similar situation, how have you bounced back?