Choosing peace
Writing has not been coming to me well lately. In fact, almost every day I am "supposed" to write...I don't want to. I am too stressed, too stretched thin, and too angry. Life is a little bit out of sorts at the moment. I do try to keep an overall idea of my family out of this page because while it is related (pun intended)...I try to keep some distance. It wasn't always that way, but as my kids get older and understand the weight of things they have heard...I have to learn how to manage that appropriately. That being said. I just moved a family of 7 to the middle of the Pacific Ocean...and I am trying to work, unpack, parent, and function on my own. It doesn't leave for a lot of time to process trauma and then rip it open again "on paper." So- I am ignoring my calendar for a bit going forward...at least until I catch up. If I allow this page and the book to become an added part of my anxiety...I am giving more power back to the man that caused it all i...
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