There is good in many things. My children are growing. Thriving. And seem to have adjusted well to school. We've got some personal issues with one of my children that has triggered some pretty crappy things w/in my own trauma history. My youngest did not come home from school every day the first week begging to be home schooled. He was super excited that one of his buddies from church, who has been home schooled until this grade, was in everyone of his classes. They sit together or w/in a few seats in every class. It was a great start to what was highly dreaded.
This was the first time in many years, okay ever, that I didn't want to send my kids back to school. I've been off work since the beginning of February. I had surgery again right before school ended. We had some pretty sweet moments this summer. I loved having them home and I miss them after 4 day being back at school.
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| Twin Falls, Idaho Day 8 of 15 |
My children were not thrilled about riding in the car. They wanted to fly. We've never done anything like this. Our furthest road trip was about 5-6 hr drive. Having the 1st leg of our trip be 28 hrs of driving was a bit scary. We made it fun and stopped in a few different places along the way to stretch and do some sight seeing. My 15 yr old is a budding photographer and kept her camera in her lap/near by the entire trip.
Today, there was a comment to something posted on my facebook blog page. The first sentence was a kick in the gut. "Think more positive." Sure. Yep. I know I need to be more positive. The remaining part of the message didn't come across well, either. My gut tells me it was all in support and love. However, that is not what I heard. The timing wasn't the best.
I've been at a fairly low place. Therapy is hard. It is *insert several curse words* hard. The more intense it gets the more alone I feel. Yet, I know I am not. Truthfully, I haven't felt this alone since sitting in hospital a week before the court hearing to disrupt our adoption. It's the kind of alone that makes me think...nobody gets it. My therapist doesn't. My husband doesn't. My bff doesn't. My family doesn't. During that time in the hospital, I had a visitor who happened to be the Relief Society President. Her and I go way way back. Sitting with another friend in church today, who I know 'gets mental illness' on a very personal level, I was reminded of the same message that my relief society president shared with me several years ago. The Lord put the same message in my head today as he did that day. And it brought me to tears.
Fear not! I am with thee.
Oh, be not dismayed.
For I am thy God.
And will still give thee aid!
I'll strengthen thee,
Help thee
And cause thee to stand.
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
I know that I am loved. I know that I am not alone. I know these things. However, it is so very hard to remember in the depths of hell.
