strangeworld
Active Member
Leafy, I am so sorry your two are still struggling. You have been such a strong support for me on here over the last few months. I don't know how to overcome the pain and grief that comes with this journey that we, as mother's of lost children, travel. Some days are good and some are extremely dark. I have come to accept therest probably no way around it. I hate crying because it gives me a hangover like no other but I do it almost every day. And while the headaches and blurred vision hurt, somehow my heart doesn't feel as clenched after a good cry.It’s been a long time since I have posted. I recently had a “mini” visit from Rain while I was coaching. She appears out of the blue every once in awhile, like an unexpected shower. I could tell by her demeanor that she was down, then she ceremoniously handed me a small camping double burner she took after her Dad passed. I asked her if she was okay and she shook her head no, then disappeared without a word.
It made me sad, then a little mad because these kinds of impromptu encounters bring up so many unanswered questions.
No communication.
What is a mother to do with all of the feelings that surface? I am trying to keep steady state and hold my own. Part of the sadness I feel is because although it seems a small thing, her handing me that stove, it is also a big thing.
A statement....without words.
“I won’t be needing this anymore.”
I know, I know, don’t go down that rabbit hole Leafy.
It still hurts.
It feels like a very realistic fear, that my daughter may take her own life.
She already is slowly doing this with meth use and homelessness.
During my morning walks, I pray even more specifically than ever, that God watch over her and guide her to get help.
I have lived with this for so long, I have had to face reality that my two might not survive their choices.
This is one of those times that makes me wonder, if it will be the last time I see my firstborn.
Those thoughts weigh heavy in the air, as I try to go about my days and console myself that there is nothing more I can do but leave her and her sister in God’s loving hands. I don’t mean to minimize faith and the power of prayer.
It is out of my hands, and sometimes that leads to this empty, sad feeling, that I have no say, no control over what they decide. They must value their lives enough to make better choices.
Meth is a horrible, horrible drug. It has taken over my two daughters lives, and changed them so very much.
If only love could save them. If only they would wake up one morning and say no more.
No more drugging.
Hopefully one day soon.
Most days I am okay and resolved to accepting that this is the way things are, that I have no control over what my two choose. That I have my son to look after, and the rest of my life to live.
Today I am letting the tears flow, and acknowledging the heartache of it.
I miss them.
God please watch over them and touch their hearts and minds, lead them to your light.
Amen.
Leafy
I will pray for your two. And you and your son. You are so strong and know that you have seriously helped those of us in despair on this board. Just wanted you to know how appreciated you are.