Laurie, I could have written this myself. My children, gone. My life, gone. My dreams? What dreams? And I wouldn't let that percolate through me for a very long time. Because it was so painful that there were no words to describe it. It surrounded me. Contaminated me.NO they did not kill me, they just killed my dreams, they stole my everything, They took what is and always will be the most dearest things close to m,y heart.
And then there was a day. I was exhausted I think. I slid down the wall and I just cried my heart out. I stopped fighting for just long enough to feel it. It was terrifying. But for just a while I had to feel at least a part of it. Fight, yes. But take short breaks to let it out too. I honour your journey.