I wish that I can find the right words of gratitude! Each and everyone of you have touched my heart in ways that leave me at a loss, what words can I use to really express my appreciation for all of your support??? Thank you just doesn't even begin to cover it!!!
I'm in a very strange place right now as I so desperately want support and to be connected to all of you, on the other hand I am so desperately trying not to think about this nightmare, trying to stay as detached as possible and being here makes me think about my daughter so much more. So, if I only come to visit from time to time please don't take it personal. It really is only about me finding a way to survive this hell. It is in no way a reflection of how I feel about all of you. From the minute I stumbled upon this corner of the web, my experience here has been beyond wonderful. I felt at home right from the start! And each time I had been gone for a bit and come back, your arms were wide open! For that I am forever grateful!!!
I am holding up pretty well. The morning, when I first open my eyes and nightime are the hardest times of the day for me. Waking up and realizing that I am still living this nightmare, that my baby girl is not sleeping safely in her bed, she is not where she should be is a very hard reality to open your eyes to. I just start off the day with a feeling of doom, a hole in my heart, an empiness in my soul. After a bit, after having my coffee and seeing my son's wonderful smile the day starts to get a bit easier. The day is bearable. I think of my daughter every single second of my waking life (and half the time in my dreams) but I have been able to, sort of, keep the obssession under the surface. There are times in the day that I have to fight back the tears. If I am at the beach with my son and see a mother and her teenage daughter having a good time, talking and laughing, the doom creeps up form under the surface and begins to suffocate me. I fight it off as I have to be a good mom to my son. I enjoy spending time with him and seeing him happy. That is what gets me through. At nightime, for obvious reasons, it is particularly difficult. I have not gone to sleep before the sun comes up in months!!! I just can't. My anxiety level is through the roof as I am imagining her at "work"!!! I have racing thoughts and cannot keep focused on anything. I lay down, try like hell to sleep, get up, lay down, get up........all night long!!! The visions, the images that run through my mind are crippling. I often sit on my terrace at 2,3,4 in the morning and find myself actually talking to my daughter, as if she were in front of me. I cry, beg and lecture, out loud!!! If poeple see me, they probably think I'm crazy!!! It is usually around 5:30, as the sun is coming up, that I am able to drift off to sleep. It is horrible. I sleep for a couple of hours and start the mania all over again!
My son, bless his heart, has really no idea what his sister is doing. He thinks she is away at her special school. Like when she was in her Residential Treatment Center (RTC). I don't let him see me crying and stay as positive as possible throughout the day. I should really be receiving an Oscar for my performance! When we go out and do things I try so hard not to think of my daughter. But can't help but remember when her and I would go and do fun things together when she was younger. Today we went to the pool, had a great day but there were quite a few times that I could actually see my daughter froliching about in the water, like it was yesterday. That is very hard. I think of her as a little girl quite a lot and it breaks my heart to know that that very same, sweet little girl grew up to make the choices she has. It is still so unbelievable to me! I don't know that I will ever get used to it! She just monopolizes my every thought. Everything triggers some memory, good and bad, of her. I have come to accept what the reality is, that I just cannot do anything at all to change things. It is out of my hands at this point. I am powerless. As a parent, that is extremely hard to live with. I try to prepare myself for the worst. I often imagine my baby's funeral. I imagine the call, that dreaded call! I can see myself falling to the ground, screaming and crying, vomitting even! Just falling apart. I picture myself incapacitated for months on end. I picture my son begging me to get out of bed. I picture his little heart breaking because I cannot function for him. I picture him at a loss, how could he possibly understand his sister's death? Then, after I am able to get myself together, I picture myself each morning getting coffee and the newspaper and going to her grave site and reading the paper to her while having my coffee, chatting with her as if she were with me at the kitchen table! I imagine us having a wonderful spiritual relationship. And I imagine her soul set free from all of the madness. Her being at peace! HOW SICK IS THAT??? This is the way my mind works. It is crazy how you think of these obsurd things. Things that people who have "normal" children could never imagine!
Anyway, now that I have all of you thinking that I should check myself into the hospital....... Sorry, I got a bit carried away. But that is the truth, that is what I think about!
My sister and my daughter have been talking everyday. My daughter wants to speak to me. She asks my sister to put me on the phone but I just refuse. She wanted to come by the house the other day and see all of us. I told my sister, no way!!! I just could not handle that. My sister explained to my daughter that I am not ready to see or talk to her, that I am not handling this very well. She told her that I love her dearly and worry about her constantly but just can handle any communication with her right now. I do feel kind of bad about that. She told my sister to tell me that she loves me. And I know that she does. She knows I love her as well. This is just how it has to be for right now. She is fully aware that if she were to make a choice to turn her life around I would jump through hoops for her. (only if I knew that it was genuine) I pray that day comes. Until then, I will make choices that allow me to get through the day. It's no longer about getting her through the day!!!
Gosh, I am so sorry that I have rambled on like this. If you made it through, thanks so much for listening! I will be around. In the meantime, please know that you all are in my heart. God bless!
p.s. Janet, I have thought about starting that website and when I am ready to do so, I will absolutely enlist you to help me. I would not know how to go about doing that whatsoever!!! I can barely use my printer! LOL I am pretty much a computer dummy! So, thanks for offering to help! I will talk to you soon.