I have been very impatient in this process of healing from childhood abuse, and have surprised myself by being relentless and determined in ways I never have before.
Yet, I am coming to grips with the seeming impossibility of it all. I cannot will myself to bear up under the intensity and the fear, and I am alternating between frustration and dejection. This is very hard work and I am often weary of the fight.
When I read the blog below, I knew it was written just for me. It addresses my impatience and my fears, my heaviness and my hopes.