It has been a long time since I have written anything other than a research paper or meeting summary notes. Months, maybe even a year, have passed. Here is the brief synopsis:
Divorce. The loss of my one true love (and, no, I do not mean my ex husband, though I even find myself grieving him sometimes.) New job in a new town. New boyfriend with new triumphs and failures. New hair cut, which is menial but significant to my own recovery. Depression.
Losing Alivia over and over again at the hands of both her biological parents has been devastating. She was used as a tool to manipulate and punish me, and it worked. Now, I find myself in this hole called depression, and I am desperately grasping at anything that I can use to pull myself out of it. I know the depths of this canyon, because I have been here before. I am unwilling to let myself fall into one its many crevasses as I have in the past. Hence, my writing resumes. My tales to find enlightenment, as a has-been stepmother, will carry on. There is hope that one day, a young woman in search of herself will reach out to someone she knows once tried to save her, someone she knows loves her without boundaries.
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