I can’t express enough how meaningful and necessary this was to hear. I’ve been goin’ thru it, on and off and on and off (that’s usually the way it goes in this home). It does get very discouraging, and Wales sometimes feels a billion miles away from me, but I needed this encouragement and this reminder to keep going, to keep believing, and, the hardest part, to leave despite whom I have to leave behind.
I hate the reality of my situation, and many days I can’t stand my life. It sounds so, so ungrateful of me—I gross myself out admitting it—but I think trauma can have that sour impact, where everything you do and who you are feels tainted and ruined. I know I’m not the only person in here who knows this feeling, it’s hard to describe. Maybe you know exactly what I’m talking about, Barbie—feeling unable to separate your identity from the things that have terrified you or brought you down.
But in moments like these, from love like yours, I feel so much more capable of managing. I’m gonna sleep so warmly tonight thinking of this. I extend my highest love to you, and to anyone in here in need of it so that they, too, can have a good night’s sleep.
Thank you so, so much.
PS, Ireland is on my list!!! I got some Irish in me, would love to explore those roots.