Whatever It Takes

I just don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I spend my days putting band aids on my own emotional issues dealing with all this. Some days I get spiritual and turn to God. Some days I write and express my emotions that way. Some days I throw myself into some other task like work or exercise and try to forget. Other days I just get angry and sad (I’ve learned to embrace these days as temporary and necessary). I wish I had some cosmic answers for you. I just don’t. If hope and commitment to your son living on his own some day is what gets you out of bed in the morning, embrace it and let it fuel you. If anger at God gets you out of bed, express it. I have found that all of it has it’s place and time. If resignation that it just might never get any better than this gives you some peace, take that too. Whatever it takes to put your two feet on the floor and love your son that minute.. do it. I have relied on all of it to get me through my tough days. But understand you are not alone and there has to be some deep meaning to all of this. There just has to be a bigger plan.