“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.” ~Helen Keller
All the feelings get all jumbled sometimes. I feel happy today, but guilty for feeling good when I am so sad because both my babies are gone so far away. Then I feel ridiculous for feeling guilty, because I am a bereaved mother and I am dealing with my grief as it comes (and it comes in waves). Ugh.
I have gone from being a confident, naive, young woman to a wise(r)?! I hope, older woman, in the past year. I know myself much more deeply, and am so sure of my convictions... But I am completely unsure of my 'feelings.' It's the confusing emotionality of grief that gets me twisted up. Is this even making sense?
Why is it then that when the flood of emotion starts to rise up...I freeze. I have no idea, literally, of what to do with the emotions. Do I put on a smile, say I'm doing okay, and keep walking? Do I wallow in the depths of the pain and anger?
I have no answers yet...but I'm not giving up! I am victorious. I am a warrior momma.
I miss my boys so terribly much. This month will be 14 months since Rowan went to Heaven...he would be nearly 8 months old if he had made it to his due date... 8 months old!! Wow. And Levi will have been gone 4 months at the end of October. I was 17 weeks when my water broke.... I hate getting to the point in this 'after-life' - you BLMs know what I mean...the place where they have been gone longer than they got to stay!?! HATE it. HATE. it.