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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Finding A New Normal

Now that Hunter's funeral is past and his earthly remains have been laid to rest in wait of the resurrection, I am thinking of that new normal.

I am looking forward to feeling like normal again, though I doubt it will be anytime soon.
I'm not sure I will recognize it if it happens.
Have I ever known normal?

What Is “Normal” After Cancer Treatment?

It has been just a little over 20 days since I posted about the four-month warning I gave H.  Can I even go back to that warning now in light of everything that has happened the last the past 15 days?

To say that trauma and I know each other well -- is an understatement.  

Issuing warnings are traumatic.
Losing babies is traumatic.
Addicts cause trauma.
Marriage is trauma for me.

Trauma makes it difficult to think 
  and process.

So I look for my answers from people who have been there. They've gone before me and walked the path I am trying to figure out.

this really helps me see H's behavior in persepective with addiction recovery.

Three times they say that we cannot help or protect children if we aren't in a healthy place. 
For the longest time, that has been the concern that lays heaviest on my heart.

My child.

This addiction is destroying my child.
Our home is unhealthy.
Our child is suffering.

I have been looking over this chart.
 and over
   and over..........

This comment on the chart I liked above keeps hitting me broadside:
 "Try as they may, unhealthy parents cannot shield children from the collateral damage of addiction and betrayal trauma. This idea has been reaffirmed after two decades of research by The American Academy of Pediatrics who issued a landmark warning that toxic stress can harm children for life. “You can modify behavior later, but you can’t rewire disrupted brain circuits,” says Jack P. Shonkoff, a Harvard pediatrician who has been a leader in this field."

It's time to determine what I need to see in April so I can know if the warning was headed or if time is up.

What does recovery look like for you?

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Me? A Go Fund Me?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Right? 
Is that how that saying goes? 

I don't know. I'll look it up one day.  
Right now, what I do know is that more expenses have to be paid the funeral home upfront than we have resources to bear.

So here I am on my blog to plug my account.

If you can help -- even just a little. I know God will bless you. 

I know what comes around goes around. 
I believe that good works and acts of kindness bless both the giver and the receiver.

I hope that all those who have donated already or who will will be touched by the grace of God.

Thank you for indulging me and my pain and pleas this past week.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Hello Grief, My Old Friend!

"There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms."  Charlotte Brontë

I wish I had one of these about 6 trillion times ten years ago.  
I wish I had a place to hang my pain out where every one could see. 

Instead, I hid me. 

My husband couldn't deal with it and told everyone around me -- even at church -- to just leave me alone.  

I wondered why no one ever asked why I was never at church.  

Or why I wouldn't take a calling or stay in Relief Society.  

Grief -- and baby loss are just way too familiar to me.

Now this grief isn't about me. 

And this is a whole new kind of pain.

"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it."  Arthur Golden

I didn't realize there was a ribbon for miscarriage. 

Its the same for stillbirth too.

Grief is all around me now.

In so many different forms and coming from so many different sized people.

It comes out of everyone differently.

While that is happening, I'm wondering where to put mine.

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” 

― William ShakespeareMacbeth

7 days ago I was worried about the last assignments due for that week of school. 

It was week 1 (actually it was the second week, but they call that the introduction and begin with number 1 the second week).

I worried about when the baby would come and how to manage two toddlers, my homeschooler, and two parents that know how to take advantage of their parent-free time (Don't rail on me here for saying this -- it is honest truth no matter how much I adore my little imps).

I know I'm lucky to have them all the time. 

I never have to share time with other grands.

7 days ago seems like someone else's life today.

Today some one I didn't know I loved -- is gone. 

I thought my heart might break in that moment.

Such a familiar pain.
One that belonged only to me just ten years earlier.
And yet, your child loosing a child feels worse.

Today, I am not the same as I was a week ago.

and death
have altered me.

Grief - oh how well I know you -- 

Grief is a response to loss.  Grief is the emotion you feel when something or someone is taken from you.  The more emotionally involved you are the more significant the grief/loss can be.  Everyone experiences grief differentlyGrief is a natural response to loss. It’s the emotional suffering you feel when something or someone you love is taken away. The more significant the loss, the more intense the grief will be. You may associate grief with the death of a loved one—which is often the cause of the most intense type of grief—but any loss can cause grief, including:
The more significant the loss, the more intense the grief. However, even subtle losses can lead to grief. For example, you might experience grief after moving away from home, graduating from college, changing jobs, selling your family home, or retiring from a career you loved.

Consider the lilies of the field, How they grow, how they grow. 

Consider the birds in the sky, How they fly, how they fly.

He clothes the lilies of the field. He feeds the birds in the sky. 

And He will feed those who trust Him, And guide them with His eye.

Now this will be a piece of my life 

Saturday, January 16, 2016

A Tragic Loss

It was supposed to be such a joyous time for the family.
Grand babies are supposed to bring excitement into the world with them.

This time it is not to be.

I'm so mad!
The hurt.  Oh how this hurts!

His name is Hunter Collin.

He tried so hard to come into this world, but it was not to be.

Born  10:10 PM January 14, 2016
Time of Death: 10:45 January 14, 2016

We are supposed to be celebrating.
We're supposed to be happy.

And now..

We are just numb and hurting and crying and asking why.....

The rains descended as I left the hospital Friday morning after sitting all night holding my grief stricken children.

I went home to shower and get a few things for them.
I needed to shower to hide my tears.

Friday was bitterly cold.
The wind bit through me as I walked back inside the hospital to face this tragedy.
I didn't care.
I hurt already.

Today the sun was out.
It was cold, but the sun still beckoned -- calling on our faith and hope.

I'm working on that.

Tomorrow is the Sabbath.
I'll go to church with my box of tissue.
People will talk to me that never do.
I'll try not to let that anger me.
I'll try to ignore the things they say that come out wrong. The mean well.
I'll try to smile, but mostly I will just cry.

I've been in this place before with my own son and 5 other babies that were not meant to be.
Children that you long 9 months for --

-- but do not come home with you.

There is nothing worse!

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

The 4 Month Warning

It's finally happened.

I got brave and issued a

stock photo of warning-signs  - sign - JPG

On April 4, 2016 it will be 2 years.

Two years since H called me on the phone, crying, pleading, begging for me to give him another chance. 

I wanted to throw up when I heard that plea.

I'd been there so many times before. I know how it always goes. The promises sounds so sincere. The tears seem so genuine. 
But a month (if that) later and it is the same angry addict.

(I know there is a little bitterness here in this tone -- forgive that -- its been 27 years of this)

I believed him. 
I always do.
But oh, I was scared. 
For weeks my hands shook. I had this gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach and I questioned. Boy, did I question myself.

Don't judge me. 
I may be crazy. 
Or it may be that it is freaking hard to tell if you have lived up to those covenants -- all the way!

How much is too much?  
When can I stop listening to those voices in my head that guilt me?

Is two years enough to see some change?
is going to church repentance? 
Is stopping acting out recovery?

2015 was hell. 
No  matter what I did. No matter how hard I tried to reason. No matter how much I tried to explain or teach -- it fell on deaf ears and a hard heart.

I just want peace.
I just want someone who I can work with. 
He doesn't have to be perfect -- just humble. Reasonable. Attempting to be kind and Christlike.

There never is a knot in my stomach when I get to this point.  
Just relief.

What keeps me tied to this rat wheel is......

 -- two kids
 -- two houses
 -- bills
 -- car payments
 -- the list goes on

It is difficult to get rid of property right now.

I refuse to just pack up and walk away. 
I've already lost too much being in this marriage.
I won't lose this!

I'm stuck.

But I gave him the warning.
I said he had until April 4th to get his miracle to happen.
I believe in miracles. 
I pray for them. 

I'm going to have to pray...hard....if he makes it happen. I haven't loved him for years with all his other women and porn in the way of those emotions.

Eighty-eight days.
That is all he has.

He had 730 days.
But he quit.
He quit counseling.
He quit working his recovery. 
  (I know he's working a lot and its difficult -- but where are his priorities? Where is his commitment to change and to those promises he made two years ago?)
He's not even working on getting baptized again.

It was May the last time we saw the Stake President. 
Maybe it's their fault.
Aren't they supposed to be helping him?

Maybe it's mine?

I don't know.
Where does help  and support for the lost sheep stop and his commitments and efforts begin?

It just doesn't feel right any more. Waiting on him. Waiting for it to matter to him.

And I hate that.
I know the Savior never gave up on any of us. 
I know all this pain and suffering has already been paid for.

I don't believe in the 'I don't deserve this' concept.
I just don't know what to do with all these feelings that this isn't right any more.

If you have any wise advice.
If you can read thought the hurt and bitterness and snark to see that I have worked hard at this marriage. I have prayed over it. I have been to the temple. I have put our names on prayer rolls countless times. I have tried.

It feels like a 

Dead end road sign - Illustration of dead end road sign