I’ve been going strong on the healing work these past couple of weeks (16 solid days now of believing the girl). I’m absolutely convinced it’s been helping. The last few days have been especially intense. But I think it’s time to pause and take a breath today.
I tried to keep going. I started two different posts. One laid out a list I had originally written back in May, of all the thoughts and beliefs the little girl had about herself because of what happened with her father. It’s quite a list–and the sketch on the side of the list was how it left me feeling. Typing it up sent me to bed for two hours in the middle of the day. ( I’m on vacation this week, so I could actually do that.)
Later I took just a subset of the list and thought I would write an understanding, caring rejoinder. But I couldn’t get past the first sentence.
I think it’s okay if I don’t power forward every single day. I’m off to a restorative yoga class. Maybe I can just let today be about rest for me and the little girl.