Isn’t it strange that one can feel more loved with so much less?
I have lost my parents because I am not in contact with them at all since both my mother and father denied that I was ever sexually abused. They had a family meeting a few months ago to discuss my ‘madness’. I haven’t spoken to either of them in almost two years and I continue to ignore my mother’s weekly text messages. I have lost my husband who was abusive and my divorce has recently come through.
Yet, despite these phenomenal losses, I feel more loved than I have ever felt before in my life. The love is in me and I am surrounded by it. It is in the mirror when I see the reflection of the strong independent woman who is facing her past and moving forward courageously. The love is in the new friends I have made since I have broken the long spell of isolation I endured during my marriage. The love is in all the support and encouragement I have received online from you my readers. The love is in my son who looks up at me and tells me I am the best mummy in the world. The love is everywhere as I am guided towards what I need to do. Most importantly, the love is within myself; from my growing inner mother and the love I offer myself everyday.