Here's a post I wrote
about a year ago. It was the middle of the summer holidays, I was
distraught and unable to cope. It wasn't an unusual feeling, holidays
have often been tough, routine goes out of the window and there is no
breathing space bewteen the hours of 9 and 3 when the boys are at
school.
I
was reflecting on these feelings yesterday while I sat at my
counselling session. After a couple of abortive attempts at therapy I
have finally found the most wonderful woman to talk to. It doesn't come
cheap but as the saying goes you get what you pay for!
This
summer I am calmer, more at peace with myself and with the world. Some
of my anger has been spent and oh so many tears have been wrung out of
me but I have evenually come to a place where I am ready to get up, dust
myself down and continue.
The
road hasn't changed, it's tough, full of grit and another word that
rhymes with it! There are still 3 of us living in the same big old house
and things are pretty much the same as they were twelve months ago.
But
I have grown - stronger, resilient, more patient, more forgiving of
myself. I have gained a perspective that only comes through time and
circumstance.
Grief
is such a long and winding road but I am glad of my blog, it gives me a
chance to look back over the road I've travelled and marvel at the
distance I've come so far...the view is astounding!
When the going gets tough…. ( written 15th Aug 2011)
Saturday
- I went into meltdown. This new life is too hard. Sunday - I
stamped my feet again and declared, “I can’t do this anym...
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