Yesterday in my Facebook memories, I came across a picture of Karis doing school and me lesson planning.
It automatically brought me back to when it was just her and I. It was beautiful, and I miss it so much (she does too). This brought me back to the thought that maybe I could just homeschool Karis next year (junior high and beyond).
This was really heavy on my heart.
So I decided to hike by myself in order to have some prayer time (I always think best and am the least distracted when I’m outside).
I don’t know how many miles I hiked or even how long I was out. I just know that I had a heart-to-heart with God on that path. I shared my heart to want to homeschool. I shared how frustrated I am that I haven’t been able to because of my brain. The brain that I wish wasn’t mine so much of the time. The brain that I can manage (some times) but it won’t heal (I guess God could heal it, but I don’t see that happening). The brain that carries mental illness in many forms (bipolar 2, severe anxiety, and alcoholism). The brain that has to have a lot of medication and therapy. The brain that makes it next to impossible to work. The brain that needs constant work every. single. day. Self care, unfortunately, is my whole day, every. single, day. I say unfortunately because I absolutely hate that I have to put myself first every day. This was not taught in church in the pews of my southern Baptist church.
Not only do I have this brain, I have the fact that my brother committed a gruesome suicide and I have yet to heal from this.
I also have abuse and bullying (physical and mental/emotional) to heal from.
I have to focus on sobriety every. single. day. (well, every minute of every day)
As you can see, I have a lot of work to do.
Because of this, Robert and I made the decision (again) to keep the kids in school. This is so hard for me because I desperately miss homeschooling. My kids have all made it clear that they miss homeschooling. But it’s just not God’s plan at this time.
Luckily, their school and teachers have been amazing. Despite the fact that it has been difficult, they have been growing so much. It’s really best for them despite what we want.
I have talked about this before, but I will eventually be doing EMDR therapy to deal with abuse, bullying, and Joey’s death. I start with my new counselor on Wednesday. She already seems amazing, and I’ve only met with her for about 30 minutes so far. My counselor’s first goal is to help me learn to love myself because without this, I can’t move forward. This may take a while.
Between hating my brain and going up yet another size, I have a hard time with loving myself.
I’m so thankful for family and friends that love me the way I am, despite my lack of love for myself. And a Savior that loves me more than anyone on earth could love me. He will continue walking beside me as I do the hard stuff.