I Rescue Me (Another Toxic Pattern Revealed!)
I’ve uncovered another pattern underneath everything I’ve been sharing lately. In a previous post, I talked about some major money revelations, especially how I had been seeing money as a rescuer — something that would come in at the last minute, like the cavalry, to save the day. But when I looked at my current work situation, my marriage, and then all the way back to childhood, I realized this pattern goes much deeper. The pattern is this: the people and places I trust to hold me become unsafe. I trusted my mother to hold me, and she was unsafe for me emotionally and psychologically. I trusted my marriage to hold me, and that became unsafe. I trusted this job to be a safe landing place, and now that feels shaky, too. So, this is not just about money. It is about a much older wound. I am not a religious person, but I grew up in Catholic school and something dawned on me...: do not worship false gods. As a child, I understood that very literally... As in, don't go into the forest and build a temple out of twigs and worship Jeff, the god of biscuits. But now, through everything I’ve been learning about awareness, transurfing, and a more expanded understanding of reality, I see it differently. I no longer believe God, Source, the Universe — whatever name you use — is something outside of me. I believe it lives within me. And if that is true, then every time I look outside myself to be rescued by money, a job, or a relationship, I am handing my power away. I am treating external things like saviors. I am honoring false gods. Because I can also see how often I have tried to create safety through appeasement: “Look, I’m being good. I’m helping. Please don’t let this end. Please still choose me.” I did that with my mother. I did that in my marriage. I’m doing that now with my job. But appeasement is not safety. Another thing I’m seeing clearly: support and rescue are not the same thing. Healthy support is beautiful. Rescue keeps me waiting, hoping, and outsourcing my power.