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<blockquote data-quote="TheWalrus" data-source="post: 684139" data-attributes="member: 19905"><p>I think that is different for everyone. For me? It was recognizing that, "oh no, the broken record look" on my friends' faces, feeling the distance in my immediate family. It may have been overexaggerated in my mind, but I knew if I didn't put the brakes on, I would lose the people who cared for me and had never treated me the way my daughter does. I decided she had robbed me of enough, and would continue to take, but not with my consent. </p><p></p><p>I thrive on routine and I had let things go. I started there, doing comfortable routines I had done before. It was hard. The first night I was home after weeks at her rehab, I burst into tears and said, "I don't know if I remember how to live this life. I don't know where to start." I started with laundry. That became dishes that became going to work that became...you get the idea. </p><p></p><p>Then I started doing things I enjoy, feeling guilty as hell and sometimes ending in tears. But I began to accept invitations out, go out to dinner, watch movies, read, walk...</p><p></p><p>I made it a point, and it had to be a conscious effort, to look at the blessings. She didn't die. She is disabled but alive. She has insurance, so she got care. I had the time to stop and be with her. She has had many, many doors open. She slams them shut, but she has had the chances. </p><p></p><p>I pray. I believe I free will so praying for God to "make" her do anything is wasted effort in my opinion. I pray doors keep opening and hope she chooses to walk through them. I look around me every day and remind myself of my blessings, literally giving thanks for individual people and things. Gradually, her life became less and less the focus of mine. </p><p></p><p>I still have my legs knocked out from under me. (Her arrest this past weekend brought me to my knees.) But the sooner I get back up, the quicker I bounce back. And it gets easier each round. I am damn near a prize fighter by now. <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/wink.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":wink:" title="wink :wink:" data-shortname=":wink:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TheWalrus, post: 684139, member: 19905"] I think that is different for everyone. For me? It was recognizing that, "oh no, the broken record look" on my friends' faces, feeling the distance in my immediate family. It may have been overexaggerated in my mind, but I knew if I didn't put the brakes on, I would lose the people who cared for me and had never treated me the way my daughter does. I decided she had robbed me of enough, and would continue to take, but not with my consent. I thrive on routine and I had let things go. I started there, doing comfortable routines I had done before. It was hard. The first night I was home after weeks at her rehab, I burst into tears and said, "I don't know if I remember how to live this life. I don't know where to start." I started with laundry. That became dishes that became going to work that became...you get the idea. Then I started doing things I enjoy, feeling guilty as hell and sometimes ending in tears. But I began to accept invitations out, go out to dinner, watch movies, read, walk... I made it a point, and it had to be a conscious effort, to look at the blessings. She didn't die. She is disabled but alive. She has insurance, so she got care. I had the time to stop and be with her. She has had many, many doors open. She slams them shut, but she has had the chances. I pray. I believe I free will so praying for God to "make" her do anything is wasted effort in my opinion. I pray doors keep opening and hope she chooses to walk through them. I look around me every day and remind myself of my blessings, literally giving thanks for individual people and things. Gradually, her life became less and less the focus of mine. I still have my legs knocked out from under me. (Her arrest this past weekend brought me to my knees.) But the sooner I get back up, the quicker I bounce back. And it gets easier each round. I am damn near a prize fighter by now. :wink: [/QUOTE]
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