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Wanda's avatar

There were quite a few I knew intimately and there were a few, for me, that were missing.

The ride of No Escape Room; Self Compassion and You; Grief is your Sister Wife…no divorce granted, and finally, Powerlessness isn’t Pretty…but must be accepted. Oh, and in place of the Gypsy Fortune Teller, there’s the People Whisperer…nonconformity, contradictions and getting real.

As I’ve probably mentioned before I have two kids with a list of intellectual disabilities and only recently I realized my life wasn’t a flu to get through. There is no “getting over” them. There is no “light at the end of the tunnel”. Only illuminating thoughts along the way (that I tend to forget easily).

And, neither is it a path of consolation (so why did I keep looking for something) instead my life is a journey of transformation that’s hard to accept. Tenaciously I seem to keep hanging on to what should or could be. Always wanting more and never becoming conscious that more equals war.

Finally, after more than two decades of the children, and my own traumatic beginnings, that one foot that had always been nailed to floor (while I traveled in circles) was released.

Tentatively I step out but the steps are contemplative not cathartic. I don’t mind because I’ve decided to allow things to obliterate me (I was slowly dying anyway, wasn’t It?) and where once I had thought it was because I had nothing left to lose, I now know it’s because I’ve everything to gain.

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Betsy's avatar

So very clever Robin, loved this entry today.

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