In the book, the mom killed herself because she was tired. Just too tired.
That is what she is saying now. I'm so tired. It sends a chill through me. Not that she would kill herself, she doesn't seem suicidal anymore. But still. I suppose i should be glad that she is angry now and not sad anymore. my anger is wizard's fire. Her anger is battery acid, swirling through and around her. Where's the baking soda?
I'm not tired anymore. I'm here, waiting, walking my path step by step. It was a rough week. However, thanks to very good advice, I am learning to open my arms to the blows, open my mind and heart to the emotions - feel, let them flow through me, then let them go.
inform your conscience, live by it. God is good. Love God, Love People. This is the simplistic whole.
May he have mercy and not let her get too tired.
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