Sad, But True: We Are Not Alone

I am still hanging in there. Not a day goes by that I do not think of all that takes place. Whenever my cell phone rings and I see the number of my daughter or her boyfriend, I instantly worry. So far though, the calls have been one of good nature and a wanting to get advice or get together. She is doing so much better, but I still see the long journey ahead.

I have not written as I have been pushing my feelings to the back and accepting a bit of numbness. It has not served me well. So here I am back on this blog hoping to write more and to address the issues and life that I have to live.

I still think of others who deal with the same issues. So many innocent children whose lives are forever changed. How many children like my daughter have blocked out childhood memories as a way to live in the present? How many mothers are just finding out that the man they are/were married to raped their sweet child? How many children/adults take their own life without telling anyone because death seems a better option than living with the revelation and fall out?

As I write these questions I become very angry and hurt. I want to scream at the top of my lungs to make it all stop. I want to tell the ones who deny it all that their denial causes greater damage than accepting the truth. The denial is only a facade to protect themselves, but it is not valid. Inside they know and the conflict this causes will in the long run cause greater pain. I want to ask them if they will admit it on their death bed. Some may do just this, but most will take it all the way to the grave to try and protect the image and family. Such a  sad lie to self and to the world in both cases…

Thank you to all who share their story and comments. You help me more than you will ever know. You not only help me, but you help others as well. Our stories are what connect us and what offers us the sad, but true reality that we are not alone.