I think my problem may lie in a false idea that I have had forever- that somewhere there is a happy ending. That there is going to be an end to the struggle. that there is going to be a time when i can let go, and relax. that somewhere, someday there is going to be a rescue.
How can I be 58 and not know what normal is?
chicory, you ARE normal. you are normal as chicory with chicory's experiences and life.
just as I am as wicked, another ACOA, where each sibling fended for ourselves against our father. we did what we could with what we had.
you are resilient, and eager to learn.
that is normal chicory.
every minute of it.
beth, your friend in ACOA normal land.