It’s been a bit of a struggle to focus positively since Mother’s Day. When I started remembering my mother I also remembered what happened when she was gone. It was painful.
It was then that I thought that some records should be deleted.
I have been reading my diaries that I started when I was thirteen years old. At the start of my entries I smiled as I read them. Each day I ended the note with the following words ‘Thank God for today’. Two years into my recorded thoughts I stopped writing that for a lengthy period and while re-reading them I came to the conclusion that some things in our past should be forgotten.
I have been reminded of the terrible sadness and isolation I felt from that young age even though I was part of a big family. On the flip side I also met a strong determined girl who championed fair treatment for all from an early age – even when threatened with being placed in care (and further isolated) for daring to speak her mind to her tyrant father. I stood up to him while barely fifteen because my large family shattered when my mum was gone and it was just me and my younger sister left in a house that ceased to be a home to us, with a man who found us a burden, didn’t want us around and never tried to understand our fragile states of loss and fear.
It was when I recognised my strength that I was glad I still had my diaries to remind me of my past.
I feel as good as gold tried in the fire and refined.
Now I can really say, Thank God for today.
2 comments:
What beautifull and poingant words.
You are right somethings should be left in the past. A wonderful story. A lot of people need turn learn that. Hopefully someone who may be holding on will let it go after reading your words.
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