Written about my feelings of ‘losing’ residency of my children mainly;
Freedom comes.
Emotional scars run deep like troughs along your heart, their memories pop into your mind like uninvited guests!!
I try to keep mine boxed at the very back of my mind but sometimes they sneak out and play havoc!!
They overwhelm me and beat me up, heart in throat, can’t breathe, endless tears, stomach in knots…
Guilt, shame, regret, frustration, anger…a heavy mix.
Sadness takes time to pass it must be acknowledged and accepted first, but freedom comes when we let it go and set it free…and thus ourselves.
Thank you for reading xx