I have been fortunate in that I had the time and space to give to recovery for a year and a half. I disappeared into myself when I needed to. I exercised like a crazy woman. I read and blogged and wrote to my coach daily. I do have a job, but I did it on autopilot for a while and then I learned to focus for periods of time to get things done. I am behind, though, and need to catch up at some point.
The process has been painfully slow, but I am getting shock treatment to speed up the process now. My daughter, the oldest of my children, has separated from her husband. I suspect he is having an affair. The signs are all there, and I’m not blind to them as I was with my husband’s affair. It kills me to know that my daughter may become another unwilling member of our community.
They have a baby girl, the light of my life – the light of Daniel’s life, too. It’s going to be a tough road for all, as you are all well aware. I cannot fall apart now. I cannot disappear into myself for hours at a time. I need to be there for both of them. It is hard, but for my child, I can do anything.