I can’t do this alone anymore. These words poured out from me as I walked up a hill by my house. I’m begging to be helped.
Prior to these words pouring out, I sent a text to my mom. I told her everything that was happening to me. I reached out to her.
This was no easy task. I remember before we left for California, lying in a bed next to my mom. “Mom, I don’t feel comfortable around you.” She didn’t know how to take it, but this was the most honest I’d been with her. I did not, and probably have never felt comforatable around my mother.
In a previous post, I shared a dream I had about my mother. We were in a car, and I was trying to engage her in the beauty surrounding us, but she wasn’t paying attention…
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