Thank you for responding. As I write this the tears are welling up but I can’t cry. I hurt so bad. I’m so angry. And I was literally and symbolically abandoned as a child.
But I know I’m not alone, and I receive strength from that to carry on. I am truly grateful. It has kept me alive when I have wavered from my path.
Suicide and self harm has popped into my life as an unwelcome visitor would invade my house.
I resist, always, my son, now grown, needs a ‘rock’. I will be there for him until my numbers up.
I know this all sounds very negative but the ‘take away’ from this is my desire to live, not just to exist but to thrive and grow.
My love from puddles
