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Unraveling and Rebuilding

This past month broke me open.

I ended a relationship I cared deeply about.

COVID knocked me all the way down—but gave me sleep like I’ve never had.

My house fell apart, my body’s adjusting to a new pain management protocol, and my heart’s hurting most of all—especially as I try to break toxic family patterns with my son, who sees me as always wrong and unworthy.

I’m still showing up. But I’m also starting to wonder what it would look like to let go.

This is what survival has looked like lately.

Magda Gee

I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.