Maybe it's the emotional holiday season, but I find myself worrying about Heather and all she's "lost" and all she has to overcome in the future. I worry that she has to big a load to carry. It seems when I get stressed, overwhelmed, and busy I can throw all my Al-Anon training right out the window and OBSESS over Heather's life.
Excuse: I'm her mom and I love her so!
She has sold her house (closing next month) and will have to move into an apartment. I worry that she will not be able to find one and/or be able to move in time before closing, that someone will rent to her with her not having a job AND having a large dog. I worry about how she's holding up mentally. She went through all her money (but will be getting money for the house, of which she owes about $30K from that) - don't get me wrong, to the normal/average person (lol) she will have PLENTY of money! But I worry about how the effect of going through that MUCH money while on drugs will have on her - now and in the long run. She has humbled herself and said, things like, "I screwed up and blew it all on drugs." And, "I hate to think of everything I lost b/c I did drugs." I worry about her hip which is causing her pain (she went to the orthopeadic surgeon who wanted to prescribe her pain pills! uggh!!! She declined and then later got upset and said to me, "I should call him and tell him to get his facts straight before offering pain medication!"). I worry on her schooling, if she will find a job (if she's even looking?).
I should be praising God at how far she has come, but my heart aches for her. I've reverted into that "she's my baby!!!!" feeling. And wishing I could make it all better for her.
Something that has helped me SO during my emotional weakness the past couple weeks is...
There is a young girl at church (28?) in recovery (actively working the steps etc). She is well-spoken, sweet and beautiful. She saw my worries and said to me (with a smile!)...
"She's out working on her testimony!"
It gives me comfort when I can pause long enough to think about this. I am 40, and I have MY own "testimony"... and here I am today just fine (well, you know what I mean!)
That statement gives HOPE, as a testimony is one's past that brought them to the (perceived) positive present.
I wish so much for my daughter, the best of everything. It is hard watching your child go through trials.
She's coming over tonight (in about an hour) to sleep over and then spend Christmas day with us. Tonight I am going to be thankful for all I have, including the wonderful daughter God blessed me with. Tonight I am going to love her and enjoy her for who she is, as she is.
Today I am blessed, and I know this. I have to fight those nagging, worrisome thoughts that intrude in my head, trying to rob me of my peace. For truly, today IS peaceful.
I wish anyone reading this a peaceful holiday :) and send love & hugs to my blogger friends!
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