2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See

Friday, October 24, 2014

A Beautiful Story Of A Personal Healing... From An Unexpected Source!

I feel happy
I feel strong 
I feel peaceful 
I feel unencumbered 
I am healed right now!

Thank You My Wonderful Richard!
We may be separated, but we are still family!
The true meaning of family: Love, Caring, Nurturing that comes from the heart and soul and not out of any sort of obligation!
I didn't even have to ask, you just gave.

Last night on the phone Richard reached-out to my inner child in such a profound way through "hearing" her, loving her, and crying for her and with her, and it was so pure and so present-moment, and there was stillness, and there was breathing---

My scared, hurt, broken inner child felt so safe, loved, and protected, it completely healed my pain over what happened with my mother and my brother (my so-called mother, and my so-called brother), and it completely transmuted my NEED to impose on my daughters by asking them to estrange themselves from my FOO (family of origin).

Prior to the healing, my inner child was in so much suffering that it felt imperative that I protect her fully by never exposing her to those toxic-to-me people's presence. That meant not having to see them interact with my daughter on Facebook, or have cards or packages arrive for them at our home.

That ALL CAPS inner-child TEMPER TANTRUM I allowed her to send to my so-called mother turned out to be the BEST thing I could have done for her/myself.  And so was that email I sent to my so-called brother.

You know what? As a mother, I can't even imagine how my mother could have ever allowed things to go this far. At the first sign of my daughters feeling hurt by me or angry at me, I would be there for them. I would want to know what I did and I would do whatever it took to ease their pain. I would own my stuff, and I would apologize profusely. I would love and nurture them and tell them how precious they are and how much I love them.