Yesterday was extraordinarily hard for so many reasons. Sending my oldest off to find her peace was so good for her but so hard for everyone including her. When she comes home she's going to be so centered and her beauty is going to be shining through. I feel this will really help. Her battle rages inside her.
Today I am finding little peace. I miss her, I miss our daily life, and I'm feeling rather alone as as usual I'm the only adult in the house.
Being real about the struggles and the history was hard yesterday. Bolstered only by the refusal to admit that abuse happen by my ex partner. I bravely owned the history and that felt good. But I wonder how much of that history and the long-term effects have affected my parenting, I want my daughter to know how deeply I love her but I fear she may not know.
Feeling broken as I watch those around me struggle; pain like a hot poker in my heart as I try and hide my own struggles and be the best mom I can.
It feels like there's an ongoing battle in my life, where peace may never come. Some of the chaos of my own causing some of it is brought to me.
Currently I'm battling the feeling of being forgotten or alone. And I fear to my core that my sweet girl feels the same way.
May God and the universe bring her strength. And me as well. Since peace seems to be nowhere near bring on the avalanche to quote my favorite artist Mr. Chris Trapper. And while on the subject, my condolences to that sweet man for the loss of his father.
Beloved, love deep, love true, don't let those you love slip away without them knowing. And like my sweet girl be brave.