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<font color="green">Life has had some difficult turns lately and Friday I had to call my therapist and explain that my adopted daughter’s biological relatives have made several threats to me and her; and my granddaughter’s mother has traveled out with her mother to take the child from my son. The other grandmother has a boyfriend who is a pervert as her severely disabled 20 something daughter’s PCA. The mother does meth – mainlining. My ‘darling’ son has used meth, was recently confronted by family, and seems to be doing a lot better. I miss my dgd terribly and I don’t know what would be the best solution for her. All the while, I am trying to deal with flashbacks and body memories that practically make me bedridden.
All this to say I was pretty upset when I called but my therapist was there so fast and comforting. Ready to help me think it all thru and prepare me to do what needs to be done. Talking me thru the flashbacks, she was there and ready to stay on the line with me as long as I needed her to stay. Even though we were miles apart and only talking on the phone, I felt like she had held me in her arms. I felt comforted and strengthened. I wish I could give back to her something worth what she gives to me. Not to make us even but out of love and appreciation, ya know?
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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