May the grace of time heal your wounds
Dear Juliana,
There are wounds and there are WOUNDS. My life has been ruled by the latter, so that I have had many of the former.
My present situation is inflicting WOUNDS more damaging that even what my father did to me. I am closer to a complete breakdown than I have ever been before. Ironically, the reason I have survived till now, both from what is happening now, and the whole of the rest of my life, is that as a two/three/four year old I learnt to survive monstrous pain and fear and loneliness.
The other aspect of me that has both kept me going, and caused many of the wounds I've had throughout my life is that I am the archetypal (?) "Innocent", rather than the "orphan". Now, however, I am at the end of being able to be at all optimistic or even hopeful. It is simply my bloody-minded refusal to be beaten by bullies that is keeping me going.
Please don't get me wrong. I am not at all thinking of ending my life. I made a promise to Darcy on my birthday last Saturday that I would keep going, and that one day we would have a big party to celebrate all the birthdays and christmasses and fathers' days we missed, and I will keep that promise. I just need to find a source of strength to borrow from. At the moment I don't feel I am able to reach out God, and until I have been given an explanation of why this has happened the way it has, that's how I will stay.
Anyway, on another topic, I am going this afternoon to have a cataract removed from my left eye. So I am looking forward to being able to see properly. The other eye will need doing in the next year, but one at a time is ok.
Thank you all for your prayers and candles and wishes. They are going to be just as important in the future as they have been in the past.
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Not Standing, Just Lying Down For A Rest