I am an Incognito Disaster.
You can’t see the mayhem only millimeters out, but it’s there, inside.
You can’t see my toes curl as I cringe when I re-live the day Silas was born.
Cars swerve around my thoughts as I drive.
Elm City Mom
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October 23, 2009 at 4:40 pm
Marybeth
I read this two days ago and wanted to respond, but I didn’t know what to say. There is nothing that I can say to relate. I can empathize, but I cannot relate. It seems weak for me to say something hopeful or seemingly trivial in response to the pain and anguish you conveyed so powerfully in this piece, but maybe even weaker to say nothing at all. I felt your pain in your words as you revealed that other side of yourself. Whether where you are at any given moment is desolate or hopeful, or a strange and uncomfortable amalgam of both, I do want you to know that I am reading your words. When the times are good, we can celebrate together. When they are not, my empathy flows to you. And all the times in between, I want to still reach out and let you know I am thinking about you and sending love.
October 26, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Kristina
((HUGS))