I am on a liver cleanse. I’ve done this same cleanse every year or two for the last decade, but it seems I always forget the hard part until I’m in it again.

A long time ago, I was in the habit of using food in a very destructive manner. Then I enrolled in Overeaters Anonymous, went to therapy, faced many demons, worked the 12 steps hard and, with a lot of help, made my way out.

So why is this cleanse so difficult? Because I still use food to go unconscious, but in small ways — it doesn’t run my life the way it used to. Getting very conscious about my food — and, therefore, about my child with autism and my life itself — is challenging. And my body hurts. I feel like one big, toxic mass.

But you know what? I’m going to stick it out. This is a four-week cleanse and I am on day four — which, though difficult, is nevertheless easier than day three was.

The part of me that wants to grow, that wants to be conscious, is delighted. I get to work on self-control. I get to give it to God instead of diving for the object that alleviates my awareness. I get to witness the grasping mind wanting so badly to grasp.

Do you remember that movie, Airplane? As things go from bad to worse, the pilot keeps saying things like, “Guess this was a bad day to give up alcohol,” as he downs a drink. Later it’s, “Guess this was a bad day to give up heroin,” as he shoots up.

That’s what my mind wants to do. Guess it’s a bad day to give up unhealthy food.

Ha! Not a chance, mind. This thing is bigger than both of us.

What I’d like to do in my life is focus not so much on my problems. I want to focus instead on God and the amazing grace of his/her presence in my life. Instead of the problem of autism, I want to focus on the power and profundity of parenting a child with autism…of how it’s changing me.

I gave a talk to a mothers’ group last week. I spoke with them about authenticity. I shared my challenges about raising a son with autism and I invited them to speak authentically.

It was beautiful. Lots of tears, plenty of laughter. For days afterward, in my own little life, I felt the cords of connection between me and these women I’d never met before — but who met me on such a deep level.

I was only able to be so real with them because of where this journey with Joseph has brought me. It has brought complete havoc on the person I was. It has cracked the cracks and removed the mask and brought me to my knees — which, I might add, is not a bad place to be.

Not bad at all.

So I think I’ll just stay here on my knees. Knowing God’s depth-less love for me, for Joseph, for every single one of us. Knowing that there is a plan — a soul agreement — around this journey, even if I can’t see it. Trusting that God will guide me to the next step I am to take — and that this is all I need in this moment. Meeting God where I am, toxic mass and all.

Courage. To one and to all.

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