There also is the loss of "living" I existed for 5 years I didn't live life not really. Living to me is being out in the world; creating memories and friendships, exploring who your are and what your about. I did none of those things. There were weeks when I wouldn't/couldn't leave the house, seeing no one except for LB(who was working full time and often in school full time) I was completely and utterly alone. Living in a cocoon of bad TV and audio books, nestled in bed drifting in and out of sleep: days, weeks, months and years pasted in that state. Despite that I managed to dig myself out of that hole, it was hard and painful, like nothing I've yet experienced outside of the depression. So now I mourn for those lost days, when I hold my baby and realize that time is a valuable commodity not to be wasted or squandered.
We have been busy out and about doing great fun adventures with our little man, and sometimes I just have to take a moment and cry. Cry because I am so thankful for what we are as a family, what I am capable of doing and being and thankful for how far I've come.
I'm just so glad that you're looking back at it and not still sitting in it! You are really so so so strong. xoxo
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