Howdy folks. Time once again to reflect upon the prior week. To say it was hellacious is an understatement. I’m doing what I always do, minimizing my feelings and looking for silver linings. Telling myself what my daddy taught me with a constant reassurance “No harm done, it could be worse”. While that is very true and often brought me peace, that sentiment masks and minimizes my feelings. Which right now are laser focused on Lulu and her recovery.
There is a fine line between airing your dirty laundry across the Internet and talking about issues to keep the secrets from building up and exploding one day. The world does not need to know the gory details. There is enough of that out there now. Instead we suffer in silence, alone but not truly alone because we always have each other. Come what may, come hell or high water, for better or worse with all the ugly warts and co-dependencies. Oh the mistakes I’ve made. We’ve made. But right now the blame game has to be set aside for true recovery to begin. We’ve been through worse and we’ll get through this …
And if you made it through the quagmire to read this far, here is the roll call. Short and sweet. Ya see, there were a few silver linings or two in the mix.
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.