So, clearly, this whole writing the girls story business is going to be harder than I thought. But also therapeutic because there are some things I have literally not thought about in a long time, and definitely things I haven’t necessarily put into words.
Writing is really my cheapest form of therapy because it makes me sit here and think things through enough to where I can get it into words, then sentences and then paragraphs-till hopefully it can go back into my brain ( through reading it back ) neater and tidier than when it came out.
That being said I totally cried this afternoon. I skipped ahead a tiny bit ( so far I’ve been going sequentially) to get the months of July and August out of the way….they have been weighing on me ever since I started writing a week ago. They are the months leading up to the surgery and in some ways hold the most emotional baggage of our experience-much more so than the time directly after the surgery. I’m sure there is a good explanation for this, but I’m not exactly sure what it is yet….when I figure it out, I’ll be sure to write it down. 😉