An angel in the shape of my Mom

I have had so much anxiety about today. I have felt it building as this day grew closer and closer. It’s an inexplicable feeling I don’t wish upon any one. I went to bed last night remembering how 3 years ago when I woke up we were going to have to have our final goodbyes. My cheeks burning with tears just as they did that night and many, many days after. Just as they are today.

So much I haven’t been able to share with you. So much advice I haven’t been able to get. So many back and forths over trivial things no one seemed to care about but us. So much love, hugs, and Skype chats my kids and I have missed out on.

I’ve been doing my best to make sure they remember and know their Granny. (Charlotte seems to have a strong connection to you and your likes.) đź’•

So today as everyone else remembers those who have fought and fallen for our country, I can’t think of any one else but you.

“You were an angel in the shape of my Mum.

You got to see the person that I have become.

Spread your wings.

And I know that when God took you back he said Hallelujah, You’re home.”

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My hiatus is over.

I’ve been away from the from the writing, journaling, blogging yet again. This time it’s because I made the choice this past year to focus on me and fixing me. I’ve finally decided that I can’t do it all myself and be super Mom without checking in with professionals and working through my baggage.

I was officially diagnosed with PTSD. Yes, you can have PTSD from being a medical parent. No, it’s not just for soldiers. I knew for a long time that was what I was suffering from but I thought I could over come it or it would go away in time or if I avoided it long enough I’d come out of it. Even though I *knew* this wasn’t the case and how it worked. I finally decided enough was enough and to face everything head on in January.

I was done feeling perpetual grief, despair, and debilitating pain and sadness around certain memories, smells, and routines. I was tired. I was ready to address it all.

It’s been a long road but I’m getting better. I’m feeling more like the “old me”. But the “old me” is now wiser with a lot more baggage. I’ve grown as a person and evolved but now some of the “old me” is in there and showing herself. I’ve got tools on how to deal with the anxiety and episodes. I’m trying to equip myself with everything I can to be the best me. The best wife. The best Mom I can be. The best woman I can be. Sure, I’m still going to struggle and have my bad days/weeks/maybe even months but acknowledging something wasn’t right has made a world of difference. EMDR has been a total game changer.

I haven’t been truly carefree and happy since March 31, 2012. I have been a ball of nerves, anxiety, grief, anger, despair, exhaustion, and you name it I probably felt it. I just kept pushing that all down. I didn’t have time. Nor the want to address these feelings. Don’t get me wrong, there were many happy times and great times and times when I was truly happy but there was always this dark cloud of shit that I haven’t dealt with lingering. That I couldn’t deal with. It would take my breath away and fill me with tears if I tried to go there. Sometimes it snuck up when I wasn’t looking. But with a supportive therapist and husband, I did go there. And I got through. It might have been messy, but I came out the other side.

It’s the dark side of this “journey” we were sent on. It’s the side you don’t really see on the internet, unless you are in the thick of it and see it with the many other parents on the same path. It’s the side you don’t have time to deal with properly until you can’t deal any more. Until you decide you can’t keep living the way you have been and find the time. That’s one of the hardest parts. My time is gone by the time I wake up each morning. I devote my hours to the kids and getting them to where they need to be and all Noah’s therapies. All this was more important than trying to “fix” me. It wasn’t until I sat down one day and realized I couldn’t keep feeling the way I was feeling and I couldn’t keep avoiding it.

There were a lot of tears. A lot of tough conversations. A lot of admitted truths. A lot of processing. A LOT. I’m still not 100%, and may never be because of the nature of everything I’ve been dealt but I’m gaining tools and the strength to work through it properly.

But I was able to realize how far I’ve come this summer when we were all driving in the van and Oliver said “Mom. You happy now. So happy.” My kids had noticed a difference in me. It made me happy, yet sad at the same time. I felt upset because it was affecting my kids more than I realized. But, that’s the great thing about kids. They loved me any way. They didn’t hold this against me. This was just a different path I had to take to get where I want to go.

So there you have it folks, my truth.

 

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Past words of a loved one

I stumbled across Mom’s old blog tonight. I was using my old computer and it was one of my few bookmarks and I clicked it and was surprised it’s still there. I found myself re-reading her words and missing her.

Then I found this post from July 2011:

I read this poem today and I’m not being morbid but it expresses what I wish for as well.

Please don’t mourn for me
I’m still here, though you don’t see.

I’m right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I’m always near.
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.

My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I’ll never wander out of your sight-
I’m the brightest star on a summer night.

I’ll never be beyond your reach-
I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.

I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.

I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrops that April will bring.

I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.

I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.

I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
Just look for me, I’m everyplace!

*tears*

I see you in Charlotte’s face every day. She has the most you out of all my kids and each of your very own kids too.

I miss you more today than yesterday.

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