Yesterday was the last of the four introductory training sessions for the family faculty I have joined through our early intervention organization. A guest speaker, a mother of a child with many disabilities (now passed), came in and delivered a moving workshop.
She gave us this to take home and read, written by her mentor. I’m currently camping in the depression state, but a frequent visitor in anxiety…unless the topic is independent living, then I’m a full citizen of denial and don’t even try to get me to leave–I’m building a house there I plan to live in for a very long time.
Anyway, reading the article and listening to the workshop was not what I expected but it left me with a different feeling…could it be…hope? It’s hard because I know that I have so many people who love me, my family, and my daughter who want to help so much and have done so much to care for us and provide us with support and yet I’ve still felt so isolated and lonely. But yesterday I felt like somebody “got me” and for the first time in a long time I felt…well, not any better honestly…but I felt the way I feel without the guilt for feeling that way.