I have been pondering many things these days, between juggling school and babies my brain is working on over load. Sometimes I get into a place of self pity. It is an ugly place that I am not really fond of, but it happens.
My parents were not raised in a generation where therapy was acceptable, it is not like this was beated into out heads or we had debates about it over Sunday dinner, it is just something I know to be true. I don't really like talking to them much about it, it makes me feel weak and like less of what I am supposed to be(I know I usually don't go here).
Today I signed on to Facebook and my Mom posted this on my page:
When I saw it a tear streaked down my face, one little picture for me. My Mom gets it. Maybe I am not weak, maybe I am not lesser, maybe I have just tried to remain strong for way too long...
Thank You Mom. I love you!
Love and Light!
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