A very honest post from 4 years ago where I was struggling to understand my need as an introvert and empath for quiet time as well as my fears around connection and intimacy.
The first birthday without my Mum has been tough. I cannot lie. I managed to turn up for it, despite great resistance and the feeling all I wanted to do was sit quietly in a place I could feel my heart and not keep bursting into tears. But then the love coming from others just opened the door to my heart which seems to be full of water at the moment, not much in the way of words, just feeling….it just feels tender, sore and very raw.
I was grateful to a friend who called a short time ago and reminded me how raw it would be with my Mum only being gone for less than two months. Not only that she died three weeks before the annivesary of my Dad’s death back in 1985. I know that may seem like so long long ago to my followers but after…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 