Copyright 2019 by Sarah Prout
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For the love of my life,
Sean Patrick Simpson
The First Inklings
I felt intuitively when it was time to leave. It was the 31st of December, 2008. I had just turned 29, and it was another New Years Eve that felt uninspired and underwhelming. My children were asleep, and so my husband and I watched a movie to celebrate the new year together. Max was perched in his man chair that his parents gave him for his 40th birthday. I sat on the red faux velvet sofa across the room. Being in our separate corners was often the safest option.
The movie was pretty terrible. I cant even remember what the title of it was. All I remember is that my husband blamed me for the poor choice and got angry because he wasnt entertained or amused. It didnt take much to trigger his anger. Over the ten years of our relationship, we didnt know how to be together and how to make one another feel whole and cherished. Sometimes, when I would use my voice and stand up for my needs, it would escalate to violence. The first time it happened I was four months pregnant with my son. I was backed into a towel rail in the bathroom. The cold metal was digging into my spine as I was protecting my belly from the forceful impact of a clenched fist.
For the entire duration of my 20s, I felt so alone and isolated by the shame the violence in our relationship had created. The main reason I chose to stay was because I thought he would change. Max (not his real name, obviously) often promised me he would get better after our fierce and fiery exchanges. The power would sometimes shift faster than the weather patterns in Melbourne, Australiawhich is where we lived at the time. Its often said that Melbourne has four seasons in one day, which is a perfect way to describe my marriage to Max. I would hold the power when he was in a state of remorse for lashing out and vice versa. It was a toxic cycle of forgiveness and forgettinglike being trapped in a labyrinth. Both of us were unable to manage our emotions and guide our energy.
That particular New Years Eve not only sparked anger, it was the perfect storm to give birth to the idea of change. After Max went to bed in a bad mood, I put on my fluffy white robe. I placed my iPod in my pocket and went out into the garden to watch the fireworks as it was approaching midnight.
I remember the cold feeling underneath me as I sat on the steps overlooking the kumquat tree in the backyard. In the distance I could hear people laughing and popping bottles of champagne. Music was playing loudly, and the occasional firework would explode. I felt so alone, so isolated, unseen, and unloved.
I put in my earphones to listen to some classical music. As midnight approached and I could hear people counting down, I began to cry. The tears were stinging my face as they rolled down my cheeks. In that exact moment I felt a sobering sense of clarity land in my heart, like I had just accidentally swallowed an ice cube. I looked upward to the sky, and I pleaded with The Universe:
Dear Universe,
Please take this pain away. I never want to experience another year of feeling lonely again. Help me find a way to change my life. Help me to leave here. Send me an inspired idea.
At that time in my life I had no money, very little confidence, or even the slightest clue how I would leave a ten-year marriage with two small children and start my life over. I had no idea that this moment of pain was such a powerful catalyst that it would help accelerate my desire for transformation. The truth is that when things feel painful enough, you are forced to create a new plan of action. However, leaving is never easy. On average, it takes a person who is trapped in an abusive relationship seven times to leave before staying away for good. Each attempt at exiting the situation is the most unsafe and unstable time.
I tried to leave at least nine times. When I finally built up the courage to leave Max, I walked away with over $30,000 worth of debt, two suitcases, and a heart full of hope for a brighter future. Let me tell you though, it was challenging! There were some days I didnt know how I would feed my children, because my welfare check kept us living below the poverty line. However, my newfound freedom felt so incredibly liberating. For the first time in my adult life, I felt peaceful.
If you would have told me thenat that exact point in my lifethat ten years later Id be living in Las Vegas with my soulmate, four children, and three dogs, and running a seven-figure business teaching people all over the world how to manifest their desires, I would have told you that youre probably crazy!
This is the extreme beauty of our livesthat the pain becomes a portal when you are ready to play with the energy of The Universe and remember your power to manifest.
Choosing Love Over Fear
We are sentient beings. This means we are hardwired to feel things emotionally. The times in our lives that call for transformation are based on taking actions on how we feel. In fact, most motivation for the reason we do something (anything in fact) is because our gut, our intuition, or our discernment guide us to draw a conclusion and act accordingly. We also tend to attach meaning to things through our own unique lens of life experience, whether its through rose-colored glasses or viewing a glass as half empty.
Ultimately, whether you call the awareness of your emotions feeling, intuition, empathy, self-realization, or consciousnesswe are the conduits for its actualization. There are hundreds of different types of emotions and feelings, and hundreds of words/labels for them that correlate with all sorts of different events that unfold in our lives. The spectrum covers everything from elation to feeling devastated. However, it all boils down to a choice in each moment, which is to either adopt a mind-set of separateness and disconnection (which is fear-based), or one of unity and togetherness (which is love-based). More simply put, you either remember that you have the power to guide your emotions and instantly manifest a new reality, or you forget and fall into a state of fear. The fear disconnects you from your infinite potential. Its kind of like when an Internet connection drops out. It cuts the cord and then invites you to rejoin the party again and again. Its a constant dance.
The important thing to remember is that youll never choose love all the time. Its impossible, because fear and even negativity can serve a purpose to help you learn and grow. Being able to emotionally work with the less-than-desirable times in your life is such an untapped human superpower. If we only remembered that we can guide this energy and trust that its all part of the plan, forming a beautiful story, then the low points in our lives wouldnt seem so difficult or taxing.