GND, I had felt strength returning, had begun to see a way through it all. Hormones put paid to that healing and threw me again into confusion.
A few weeks reprieve following the eventual passing of those first couple of heady months of motherhood and awful realisations - and before those first heady months of pregnancy and further awful realisations.
I've been for counselling briefly before now. I've trained in some basic counselling concepts, I understand where I need to be to take it on and now isn't that time or head space.
I think today I made my first conscious decision to stand up and fight. That is a milestone for me in this whole process and one which might just open the road to healing. I have found it all so overwhelming that it's blinkered me to the option of, well...... living!
I know that reading (merely the act of) will help and at present the relevant appeals rather than scares me so I'll grab that opportunity while it's within my grasp.
My pregnancy, the birth. I think I've been struggling with the concept of a time limit. i.e. within six months time I need to have my head straight or this is going to be all the more awful. A judgement, restrictive to natural thought.
I'll add The Road Less Travelled to my list. Thank you.
I'm not catholic EW but I did attend a convent school for a year. I have some understanding of catholicism and will add The Human Factor to the list.
The ow (bots) has become a damaging force on my road to recovery. Sniping, staring, sneering, gabbing. My whole town now knows (not paranoid, she's gone to great lengths) a story but not the truth. How do I ignore when the sight of her creates a pain in my chest so severe its extent is truly indescribable. I'm in hiding. For no good reason. I have no reason to hide!
Except the fear of that pain.