Gosh, klmno.........I SO know what you mean about being inundated with past memories of difficult child when you are down. Sometimes it is like a movie player in my head, with me as the moderator, going - hey, look at
that cute kid - what did you do wrong?
Yeah, it is hard. I cannot imagined being separated from him like you are. How is holding up? Is he managing OK? I send you so many hugs. I mean that wholeheartedly.
My difficult child is doing OK in terms of respect and stuff, but he seems oh so depressed. It is something I am trying to think too much about, as I get really panicky. I think he is making progress in many areas - but in others I see him morphing into a slug. I can only do one day at a time with him.
It is very nice of you to mention my writing. It makes my heart skip a beat.
I have written 150 pages.........but then I stopped. I got discouraged, and was having a hard time continuing my memoir when it came to difficult child and his life. (Hard to believe there was 150 pages before difficult child, I know!!!! And I was only 24 when he was born
)
Anyway, it just saddened me too much to write about him. For the exact reasons I mentioned above. Guilt. Guilt I need to get over.
Someday, however, it is my goal, before I leave this earth, to finish my book. Not for me, and
my memoir, but because I believe my life will enlighten people to the truths of mental illness. There has been so much mental illness, in all of the people I love - the most recent and pressing of which was H. It deserves to be written about, and exposed. H. was my one advocate in all of this - she supported and encouraged me - but now that she is gone, it fuels my fire even more.
My life, and all of our lives with difficult children, deserves to have others learn from it - because God forbid we have gone through all of this not to have something good come from it.