I admit there is a hurt, scared, betrayed little girl inside. I have been abandoned and discarded like a piece of trash. No, it won't kill me, but it still hurts like he$$ and so that is why I have an IC. That is why I am trying to process all of this, to propel me to a better place. I really do want to be a better person, a better Mom, a better sister, a better everything. I am still teasing out what the "lesson" is for me in all of this crap. What am I supposed to learn?
To be more accepting of myself others To be more patient with myself and others To give up the notion of control To connect with people in a more meaningful way
I don't honestly know the answer, but by God, I pray about, try to stay involved in this life and just let things be. I think that's all any of us can do.
