I’ve been wanting to find a way to deal with the recent events in my life. So far I’ve tried ignoring some of them and getting lost in others, reading as much as I can about attachment parenting, nighttime nursing and co-sleeping to help me feel like I am making the right decision for my child, crying a lot, and creating a fantasy land where Ian is right now.
Unfortunately none of these things are really helping.
I am looking to find a peace about my life, a place to write my thoughts, share my passions and develop a spirituality that I can share with my family as we grow.
I am hesitant to put this out on the internet but so far writing in my journal has not been very successful and desperately need a way to share this with the universe in hopes that is will send me some guidance, peace, strength and assurance.
I hope to find my creative self, my spiritual self and the strong woman that I know is in there. If not for myself but for my family.
So here I am 378 days grieving the death my amazing older brother, 366 days as a mom, 344 days in a new town and 603 days since I've slept through the night. This is my journey, my path, my adventure.
