Mom's Thoughts:
Each day is such a crap shoot, I sometimes think I live in Vegas. So many times in a day or a week, my Elizabeth is there, laughing, singing, snuggling with me, talking about life... just like always. Then suddenly, OCD shows up and a dark cloud comes over her face - the struggle begins. When I see her in so much pain, not able to do the things she loves and needs to do - even basic things like taking a shower or walking upstairs to her bedroom - I want to cry out, grab that stupid King Kong and shake him out of her. I want to punch him, make him cry and run away like a wounded animal, never to return. "Leave my daughter alone!!" I want to scream. "Give her back to us!"
I wish I could take her suffering as my own. She is so young, has so much promise and so much to offer, so much of her life ahead. I'm older, wiser... I can understand and deal with things like this. But there's nothing I can do but hold her. Hold her, and fight for her - fight to find her someone who can help her.
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