I'm not sure who coined it here about being in the "fog" but it is so true. I remember the days of being in the thick fog of dealing with my son.
It was just about impossible to see anything else in my life because of that fog. My world was dim and everything had a shade of gray covering it.
Then, a wonderful thing happened. I started to detach from my son's chaos and drama. Slowly the fog started to clear and my world started to take shape again and was filling with color.
You would think after being consumed by such a dark fog for so long that I would leap for joy at the newness of it all but it took time.
I suppose it would be akin to PTSD, I was shell shocked from all that I had endured. It was as if I had forgotten how to be happy, to enjoy life.
I didn't want to stay stuck in this place between the fog and light and I knew something had to change. I had to take a leap of faith and step out of my comfort zone.
I started doing small things, things I once enjoyed but had stopped. I progressed from there, stepping out of my comfort zone to try new things, to meet new people, to fully embrace my life.
There will always be a quiet corner of my heart where I occasionally go to reflect back. That reflection shows me how far I have come and reminds me to always keep moving forward.
It was just about impossible to see anything else in my life because of that fog. My world was dim and everything had a shade of gray covering it.
Then, a wonderful thing happened. I started to detach from my son's chaos and drama. Slowly the fog started to clear and my world started to take shape again and was filling with color.
You would think after being consumed by such a dark fog for so long that I would leap for joy at the newness of it all but it took time.
I suppose it would be akin to PTSD, I was shell shocked from all that I had endured. It was as if I had forgotten how to be happy, to enjoy life.
I didn't want to stay stuck in this place between the fog and light and I knew something had to change. I had to take a leap of faith and step out of my comfort zone.
I started doing small things, things I once enjoyed but had stopped. I progressed from there, stepping out of my comfort zone to try new things, to meet new people, to fully embrace my life.
There will always be a quiet corner of my heart where I occasionally go to reflect back. That reflection shows me how far I have come and reminds me to always keep moving forward.