We’ve been at this for over a year. We entered the tunnel when our last/final? placement had some medical things that led to all kinds of fun. [insert sarcasm here]
We thought we were through to the other side, and that’s when the bottom fell out from under us, and we discovered a whole new level of deepness without much light or hope.
We have been slowly navigating our way back to some sort of normalcy, with help from all our chosen/found family/supports. This week, when we thought we might be exiting the tunnel… we discovered yet another false bottom that we’ll have to climb up/through before hopefully reaching the end.
I know that in the long run, we will see the other side of the tunnel and have this season behind us once and for all. But, damnit, I’m tired, and I’m sick and tired of being held to a standard that other people wouldn’t be.
So, if you’re reading this… please send all good thoughts, vibes, prayers, juju, mojo, what have you to my husband and me. The only thing this particular tunnel has taught me is that trust is not something easily given away. We trusted the systems that put us in this mess, and we were turned into scapegoats. We need our faith restored, so send all the things.
Thank you.
Indomitable Bellatrix 