About a year ago,

I was sitting here in this same room feeling very isolated   I had just broken my ankle a few weeks into January.  It was a bad break.  I took  9 screws and a plate into my left lower leg, and I was pretty sure that I would go crazy being laid up for 12 weeks.

But I didn’t, and as the weeks went by and I laid there feeling forgotten, I noticed that I had time.  I had time to think.  To process all the learning I had been doing in therapy sessions.   I wrote about my past.  I wrote about my feelings as a little girl feeling so alone and lost.  And I grew.  I wrote poetry and learned some guitar techniques.  It was a wonderful time.  And on some busy days, I wonder why I was so hurried to get back to my life of bustling here and there.

This blog was born here.  I recieved many promptings to explore generational family issues:  issues concerning family relationship struggles, alcoholism, mental and emotional illness.  Life is not perfect.  It is messy, and I am learning that no matter how hard I try to control things–somehow letting go is true power.  That somewhere there is a Being in charge who knows our struggles, and knows that we will find strength in overcoming them.

My notebooks are full, and I will try and sort through the good stuff I learned from the irrelevant.