With you there through every word, Debby — though our stories are very different. This paragraph in particular had me saying YES I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL: “That morning in the hospital, when Noah’s world had shrunk to a bed in the Emergency Department hallway, I could not have articulated any of those thoughts. They were percolating deep in my subconscious, ingredients in a stew of terror, shame, guilt, and anger.”
The words to explain our feelings and the self-compassion and understanding take longer than we imagine possible
Thank you, Eileen. You are so right. And I am grateful the words and understanding are finally becoming clear. Writing is so therapeutic that way. And when I can take that writing and find a way to make it somewhat universal, it feels a little like magic.
The butt crack! Perfect placement for some levity.
Your lowest low as a mother? You have me on tenterhooks now.
Then I am doing my job!
With you there through every word, Debby — though our stories are very different. This paragraph in particular had me saying YES I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL: “That morning in the hospital, when Noah’s world had shrunk to a bed in the Emergency Department hallway, I could not have articulated any of those thoughts. They were percolating deep in my subconscious, ingredients in a stew of terror, shame, guilt, and anger.”
The words to explain our feelings and the self-compassion and understanding take longer than we imagine possible
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Thank you, Eileen. You are so right. And I am grateful the words and understanding are finally becoming clear. Writing is so therapeutic that way. And when I can take that writing and find a way to make it somewhat universal, it feels a little like magic.
Right? IT IS magic
Oh Debby - the pain, the dreadful pain.