The roots of abandonment can go far and be buried in the depths of your soul, well mine anyway. While I know I am not alone, as I have read too much of others confessing the same. It just makes you feel alone, that nobody cares and the sadness can swallow one up in a gulp.
Today was no exception. I opened up an area that I just tend to scrape the surface but that scab fell off and I was in pain from the triggered effect. Oh my God, how much more do I need to deal with this pain in my life? Will it ever go away? Have I been pushing down all the emotions still, all along? Honestly, I know that answer. I do. It has been a lifelong trait that I fall into easier.
The movie, Something’s Gotta Give, with Diane Keaton (Erica) and Jack Nicholson, a cute romantic movie where she is a writer and finds herself emotional while writing her best book and movie ever, came to mind. It was Erica’s wailing and screaming while tossing typing paper from the typewriter and the used tissues from the tissue box to sometimes hit the garbage can as creativity was overtaking her. I tend to relate to this scene each time I see the movie.
So many times, I would love to retreat and do the same, to allow my creativity to flow. My life experiences in snippets only show up here through my own emotional battles.
Recognizing my emotions and naming the loss and sadness that I was feeling was the easy part. Years ago, I did not know to do that so I have advanced in this turmoil, thanks to my counselor. It is how to move forward and heal from it, I find hard. So like Erica, I can wail, scream through my distress while
wiping the tears as they flow. That’s while although being alone in my office, I can let go somewhat. Thank goodness, I have dark, tinted windows as I was an emotional mess while driving home safely.
Praying, Lord I need you to love me through this loss, this pain.
Knowing, too, I was tired from a long weekend and then a long day at work. I needed a nap, which I took. It is self-care to do such and we all need that, too. It is not always laziness but to recharge what is depleted and my emotional tank was running on empty.
Give yourself grace through these times, if you experience. We can all be triggered in areas that have been a touchy area in our lives. It is recognizing and feeling the pain to get through for further healing. Don’t push it down and ignore because of the pain. Preaching to myself, right here. Even though this afternoon was rough, I am moving forward. The struggle did not last as long even though it felt like it. With that, I remembered my former counselor saying that to me, that it did not last as long. My thoughts were, if you say so lady, although I knew she was right. It’s not easy to go through the pain but worth it. We’ve got this! One day at a time.

I have had my fair share of family issues in the death of my parents and the estate. Total greed and usually there is just one member or two, as a small gang, to cause strife, discord and feel the need to have one more penny than the others. It is crazy. Or are they crazy? The greed of money is the root of all evil. Do they think we don’t see their patterns and actions?



Today I picked up a photo book I put together of pictures and memories from early on to the end of our dog’s life. Neither my husband or I had a dog growing up so getting one along with having young boys, I was asking for more work. What was I thinking? I remember at the beginning, fifteen years ago, this puppy then followed me around the house, just like a toddler. I remember it driving me crazy.
I was done with that stage and yet I am back in this mode. The puppy stage! Yikes. Perhaps ignorance on our part, too, and trusting this animal in my house with wood floors and a potty mishap. I was so done.
While my husband and boys bonded with this dog, I had not. With the urine accident, a day off work, we had a meeting of the minds. I told this sweet, beautiful dog that this was not to happen ever again. Strangely enough, it did not. It was that day, we bonded. Just like correcting a child, you correct and then you love. Amazing.
I looked at her and said, okay, no more. It was time. I knew she was then ready although we were not, yet we were for her.