It’s hard to truly express things, when you feel like what you want to say is heavy, intense and unrelenting. It also changes every second. I fight the thoughts of my Mom and my family situation, but it’s always there, lingering. I’m not feeling very confident about the recovery process, and not feeling confident actually makes me feel like I’m betraying my mom in some way. Like I should be blindly walking through this process, totally ignoring my intuition and the signs my Mom let’s slip. I feel like by not feeling hope and faith to the story that’s unfolding, that I’m adding a level of negativity to an already black filled void. At the same time, I’m a realist and I’m way to tuned in to my Mom, to … Read entire article »