hm,
I'm both surprised and gladdened by your getting so much from my journaling.
I know you struggle.

I see now that some aspects of my struggling were pointless: I wasn't "struggling out of," or "struggling through." Just struggling.

It can become a way of life. That's the inner child. The Victim Child.

Live a little each day. We must. We all lose that to some extent in the pain and aftermath of betrayal.

Peace,

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac