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Sadly, I can relate. Though it wasn't for as long a time, and it wasn't a sibling, my parents farmed me out to our minister's family when my mother's mother died when I was five. My grandma lived with us, and was the one I bonded with as a babe. I'd wake up in the night and go sleep with with her the rest of the night. I'd known she was ill. When I came back home I was just told briefly. Never given any chance to grieve - that was all done with as far as everyone else was concerned.

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Thank you for sharing this Zoë. Sending gentle hugs.

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Wow. Huge. Hugs 🌻

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Thanks - exhausted ...

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Sweet music people coming up :)

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Abandonment, loss, huge issues in therapy. I got out after five years before processed; BIG MISTAKE. The urge to run can overwhelm the need to finish the process. Regrets, now trying to process those without that best therapist in the world. Can relate so well. Good wishes and hugs. I’m of the no meds is best school of therapy. Get through the hard parts so you or anyone can live your best life…..like you are doing! Love you! 😘

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Thank you Judith. Gentle hugs.

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