Dear Teresa,
Bless your heart. I have been living with the Dragon (HD) since I was 18. It swooped over a hill and breathed fire on our unsuspecting, HD illiterate family.
It took a decade for us to figure the whole thing out.
I am 43 now, and after 20 years of living in fear and hiding from HD.... God sent a couple of his finest down, slapped me upside the head and convinced me that my fear was the demon and I would never have peace until I faced the demon and stared it down. (easier said ...!)
At my weakest moment, right before I tested, God picked me up and carried me
or I'd still be runnin. Up until that point, a lot of denial and a whole lot of "ernie and julio" tote'd the note. Not a good plan...
I am now caregiver/guardian for my two fine brothers that are living with HD.
I think I was spared to see after them and make living with HD easier for them.
When I read your letter, I wanted to reach down the phone line and suck you through the fiber optics and into my living room so I could hug you and and make you some herb tea, and then tell you this whole stinking HD mess is a bad B-grade TV nightmare some kid who was jealous of you in high school dreamed up to make you feel like doo-doo. Since I can't, don't give up on your spouse yet,,, he may end up being able to give you more support than you think he will.
I lost my best ever, friend, all kinds of kid loving, goofy long haired friend accepting, non-judging, book reading, masterpiece theatre watching, pizza eating, chicken frying, homework checking, camping, canasta playing, popcorn poppin, floor moppin, poet quoting, small abandonded ugly dog lovin, bell bottom buying, untried new hobby encouraging, off key singing, chocoholic, Christ loving, Mama to HD.
She's been gone 7 years, and I still want her back every day., so I just take
them one at a time... If Mama was still around she'd tell you that the people
that wrote those nasty letters to you have never been to the "wall", and they can't
"know", and they can't understand, and you just don't have to take that kinda
c___p off em.
When I was in my early 30's there was an article in a magazine that interviewed Arlo Guthrie, son of Woody Guthrie. He said something very simple that made it
alot easier to put HD in the right place in my life. This is not a quote, but he said
to the reporter... "If there is something that I need to change in my life because
I found out tomorow I had HD, then I ain't living my life right, am I?"...
I never forgot that all these years.....
Take it one day at a time girlfriend.....
kyimputdig
(keeping you in my prayers until the dragon is gone)...
Marlene's Girl