This week I struggled a couple of times with telling Dave something and then immediately regretting saying what I said. My heart beats fast, and I am panicked, anxious that I may have Continue reading
This was a good week for us. And it’s important for me to acknowledge that and celebrate it. I think there may be better days ahead because a major stressor has wound down. I’m not sure what to post. Something recent? Something in the past? But I look at the recent stuff and it’s a little too raw. Too fresh to put out there.
So I’m posting something from my past. From my journal. This entry is part of a longer journal entry I wrote after the event, describing the night of his first serious attempt that occurred more than 5 years ago. My husband called me, his family, and friends and said his goodbyes. A bunch of people searched for him, and miraculously he was found by a cousin.
My dad insists on taking me to the hospital. I’m relieved. I don’t want to be alone. We pull into the parking lot and David’s family pulls in at the same time. It’s awkward. I don’t know what Continue reading