.."They both keep me going. Caught in the web of parental destruction, these children ease through like escape artists. My grandkids tend to rely on one another in ways other siblings never will. Shadows of unfair circumstances are illuminated by their grace and boldness. They both bless my life and teach me new wisdom daily."..
How does one survive the war? They never engage in the battle. Step away from the friction and choose to be separate and live.
I am a parent of an adult loved one battling substance use. For years I fought alongside, tried to motivate, and lent help in any way I could. I have paid bills- sometimes for months, I have posted bail, bought groceries, clothes, and other items. I opened my home in hopes of change. But the desire for change was outplayed by the desire to be high.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:29-30
That silly word of the year challenge. I’m in.
I know the doubt, fear, and frustration in managing the symptoms of bipolar. If I prayed long and hard enough, I thought I would be healed, cured, and labeled a miracle. So far, that has not happened. I am still balancing bipolar, but with a new understanding of my mind.