Last night I struggled.
I was triggered during the day by something my mother said in passing and by bedtime I was unwound. I was face down in my husband’s lap balling. It did not stop there. I cried when we went to bed. I woke up an hour after going to bed and cried some more. My husband held me and talked me through it as best he could.
This morning he let me sleep. He got up with little bubby and handled the morning routine. Two hours later I came out to a quiet house. Little bubby was taking his first nap, my husband was sitting on the couch watching the news on low volume. I was greeted by his smile and by the wagging tail of my excited Lucy.
I pat Lucy’s head and crawled into my husband’s lap.
I have been holding in all the pain and grief. I have been trying so hard to remain functional. The lid is off.
I asked to feel my pain and The Universe obliged. I am in pain.
I have decided to attempt to talk honestly with my parents one last time about our dysfunction and working towards healing as a family. If this message falls on deaf ears, as my previous attempts have, that is it for me. I will not subject any of my babies (internal or little bubby) to this swamp.
I am raw and reeling and trying desperately to keep my head above water. AND there is a deep sense of peace rising from my power center because this is the decision that has been waiting to be made and finally I am here.
I never wanted to be here AND somehow I have known I was coming.
Right now I do not feel big. I do not feel much like a hero. I am though and even if I don’t feel it, I know it is true.
Because here I am, going through it, not running. I am doing hard things. It is so hard.
I am scooping everyone into my lap and I am walking out of this place we do not belong…
And I am not afraid.