My personal reflections include writings from recent months. Some of the entries were written about my struggle to uncover feelings that have been stored away for many years. Others concern my struggle to maintain relationships with friends.
For me survival has meant years of therapy. I attended therapy weekly for about 2 yrs. During this time I was abusing my prescription medication to cover feelings that I felt I could not deal with. This process found me in a detox/psychiatric hospital. I remained off of the medication succesfully for nearly 3 yrs. Recently with new stresses entering my life and threatening the strength of my marriage, I decided to enter therapy again. Only one week after starting therapy, my brother, Lynn, died of a massive heart attack, which is the same thing that killed my father when I was only five. I have since been struggling with that loss.
I realize how important it is to continue to the journey no matter how difficult it may become. My husband and son are worth the effort. And so am I.
© 1997 mdak@cajunnet.com
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