My hour of need

Hi Mom,

I’m back.   Yes, already.  Now that I've started I don't think I can stop.    It feels good to talk to you like this.  To write.   It feels like myself.  

 

I just got through one of the worst moments of my life. Like you would tell me to, I reached out. I opened my heart. I asked for help from a friend. And it helped. I also took the full dose of the medication even though I was terrified and have committed to staying on it for 3 weeks. Oh mom, this last three weeks have been unbearable. But I want nothing more than to do this. I have accepted invitations. Gone to the doctors by myself. I am breaking through, in spite of my fear – in hopes that my mind will catch up with me soon. I am putting my trust in the divine power of the universe that by accepting and continuing to move through it, that all will work itself out. That soon, I will feel a sense of permanent peace within my body. That soon all the thoughts will leave my head. That my body will thrive and the physical symptoms will disappear. And I, once again, will be myself.

I need you with me mom. To help me through each day, each moment. Please stay by my side. I know you will. I trust you. And I trust myself to be able to do this.

Soon, mommy, soon. I will be myself again. I will be BETTER than myself. Stronger, happier, and more at peace than I’ve ever been before.

I love you mom. Stay with me.  And don't let me give up.  

 

Your daughter, forever.