enormous baby steps...
it has been about a year now since sharon - well a year ago i would have been at about the hardest place in my life - am i frozen there now? am i willing that step? or am i making that step through force....is there a difference? she still exists inside me somewhere....buried beneath bows and ribbons....she still screams....i just don't allow her to communicate it to you.....because underneath it all she knows that you know.....but she's going to be the one to tell you that...i want to say that things are swell and that moving and having a job has fixed me....has transformed me....but i'm still her, just a little more busy is all....and sometimes i wonder if i still am her for some unknowable reason to me to have a problem - am i creating this to have a wound - to be wounded so that i don't have to be perfect? - for revenge? so that after all the less of mother growing up can somehow put a burden upon her so that she will know that she hurt me? is that fair?? do i care? do i forgive these people and him and HIM and just let it go? it is a kind of forgiveness that i do not want to be a part of because when i feel like i say "i forgive you" that at the same time i'm condoning the act -
