Thank you Lynn. I have moved through the deep valley of pain and grief more quickly because I saw you waving at me at the other end with your big smile.
This moved me to cry out, “thank you!” for validating my personal need to get THROUGH this. Not AROUND or OVER or ‘get over it. I know I have two choices in my life to make. I can let this destroy me, which will also destroy my other children and my husband. Or I have to get THROUGH— feel the feelings, grieve, understand it— and find out how to live again. I will absolutely never, ever, ever be the same person (and don’t want to because I was so happy and naive and trusting) and I don’t know what that looks like yet, but I cannot figure out my way of living in this deceptive culture unless I understand how it deceived my child and seemingly everyone I know. Thank you for giving me permission to take the time that I need. Everyone else wants me to hurry up and look away.
This is a bit of a grim analogy, but I think it fits. My dad was in Vietnam twice, and later in life, when I understood more about war, and that war in particular, I asked him how he got through it. And he told me what soldiers sometimes say, but which is true. The only was to get through it is to accept that you are already dead. That is to accept the worst. Lynn is right . This is like a war.
Thank you Lynn. I have moved through the deep valley of pain and grief more quickly because I saw you waving at me at the other end with your big smile.
This moved me to cry out, “thank you!” for validating my personal need to get THROUGH this. Not AROUND or OVER or ‘get over it. I know I have two choices in my life to make. I can let this destroy me, which will also destroy my other children and my husband. Or I have to get THROUGH— feel the feelings, grieve, understand it— and find out how to live again. I will absolutely never, ever, ever be the same person (and don’t want to because I was so happy and naive and trusting) and I don’t know what that looks like yet, but I cannot figure out my way of living in this deceptive culture unless I understand how it deceived my child and seemingly everyone I know. Thank you for giving me permission to take the time that I need. Everyone else wants me to hurry up and look away.
This is a bit of a grim analogy, but I think it fits. My dad was in Vietnam twice, and later in life, when I understood more about war, and that war in particular, I asked him how he got through it. And he told me what soldiers sometimes say, but which is true. The only was to get through it is to accept that you are already dead. That is to accept the worst. Lynn is right . This is like a war.