Im sorry to bring things up for you. I hope you don’t feel so alone in it though. We all wear our scars and hopefully the more we connect the deeper we can heal. Together.
The reason suicide is distressing for me nowadays is because I fear one of my adult children taking their own lives.
Joy, My first child, died at 9 years, 7 months and 7 days, in an accident when a lumber truck hit our car. My youngest (Grace) and I survived! My middle child was at kindergarten.
I’m sorry to hear that. Writing about it helps, even if it’s just for yourself. I spent 30 years trying to die before my truth came in and when it did it was loud and I had to listen. I had to master it. My mother feared the same for me for 30 years then one day decided that if I did succeed it wasn’t her fault. She stopped fearing it and took her power back from it so she could enjoy her life fully. Without ever losing any love for me or shutting me out. That in itself helped me in ways I can’t really explain. Walking through death is hard, accepting it is harder, in mastering it we master peace as well. That’s my perspective at least. Thank you again for being here 🙏🏽✨
I didn’t realize how my intense story about my mother connected directly to your experience.
Im sorry to bring things up for you. I hope you don’t feel so alone in it though. We all wear our scars and hopefully the more we connect the deeper we can heal. Together.
I’m devastated by reading as much as I can for now.
Sending you deep love; I’ll finish it later.
I understand. My story is a wild one but it brought me here, back home. Thank you for being here! See you on the other side 💜🍑✨
I can’t see how to get back to read the rest of the story…
That’s ok. I don’t blame you one bit. It’s a raw telling of my path to peace and it’s just a slice of it. I appreciate you 🙏🏽✨
I think I read Part 1 and Part 2 and am joyous that you’re still with us!
Thank you. That means a lot 💕🙏🏽
Today was my first reading, but imply I can find a path to peace. I’ll keep reading. 🦕
She’s coming back, she’s on her way home! 😭🙌🏻
You damn right! Thank you Faith for being here! 💜🍑☀️
My mother lived to be 98.
She had previously had multiple suicide attempts.
The reason suicide is distressing for me nowadays is because I fear one of my adult children taking their own lives.
Joy, My first child, died at 9 years, 7 months and 7 days, in an accident when a lumber truck hit our car. My youngest (Grace) and I survived! My middle child was at kindergarten.
I’m sorry to hear that. Writing about it helps, even if it’s just for yourself. I spent 30 years trying to die before my truth came in and when it did it was loud and I had to listen. I had to master it. My mother feared the same for me for 30 years then one day decided that if I did succeed it wasn’t her fault. She stopped fearing it and took her power back from it so she could enjoy her life fully. Without ever losing any love for me or shutting me out. That in itself helped me in ways I can’t really explain. Walking through death is hard, accepting it is harder, in mastering it we master peace as well. That’s my perspective at least. Thank you again for being here 🙏🏽✨