blog I follow.
This is a post that pushed me to take the next step in dealing with all my locked-up emotions.
This is a post that enabled me to finally call the therapist I found in July.
I have been trying to find myself, the "me" that was before adoption entered my life. I really don't think that girl exists anymore, but I hope at least a part of her does.
I know I need help, I need someone to help me open up things I have buried deep. I need someone to help me cry again. I need to get all of this sadness and grief out of my head and heart.
How sad that I need to go talk to a stranger to feel safe enough to open up. Safe enough to "be", instead of stuffing everything inside.
I'm scared to death, yet at the same time looking forward to continuing this journey towards living an authentic life. I have overcome my fear of letting people know about Christopher, I was able to overcome the fear of what people might think of me because I was a teen-age mom who gave her son up for adoption.
Now I need to overcome my fear of myself. The fear of my own emotions. Or maybe my fear of even having emotions? Again, I am not finding the words to express my thoughts, my fears. My fear that if I begin to open up to all the emotions I have buried for so long that I will lose myself. I will lose myself in the huge, gaping hole in my heart. The gaping hole left from the loss of my son to adoption.