I am.
I’ve been through an emotionally and financially abusive marriage, which ended in infidelity and months of financial destruction, caring for 3 kids under 5 which (ex)DH called from the top of bridges threatening to jump if I didn’t carry him through.
Been through a brutal rape which I’m still fighting.
In an intense senior job with abuse from all sides, while managing 3 kids and rebuilding £000s of destroyed finances. Been through lost pregnancy, lost friends, lost relatives, earthquakes! Fuck it adds up when I think about it.
To me resilience isn’t about never crying or feeling broken or being sad. It isn’t about having a permanently cheery outlook.
It’s about sinking for a moment and recognising that, then getting up and finding a solution and making a choice to be future facing. Happiness can be a choice. Letting people in when you know you might get hurt is a brave choice.
It’s about that saying, when you are walking through hell just keep walking.
Why am I resilient? Luck. Lucky to have had a solid upbringing with parents who were both loving but actually not emotionally over connected. I think oddly horse riding had a lot to do with it, with a stern instructor who wouldn’t brook any tears, you just brushed your broken arm (literally once) off and get back on the bloody horse
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But resilience isn’t always good, I lacked the ability to ask for help, to actually take care of myself rather than just driving in. Allowing myself a psychiatrist after the rape at the insistence of work was a blessing as now I haven’t lost the resilience but I can prioritise when a little self care is necessary.