I’ve got a story to tell. I’ve mentioned it over the years in my blog, starting out with the series entitled, Terror on the Caregiver.
It is about how I am left feeling betrayed by my siblings and other family members, as I earnestly served as my mother’s sole caregiver, until her ascension. It is a very painful story to tell, even nearly 10 years after the rivalry began.
I often stop, then start writing. That’s because writing the story hurts me. I recently hinted at this back and forth feeling in the post Maybe Is the Theme, dated February 1, 2022. Each time I make substantial progress, I uncover yet another level of emotions, going through transformative experiences, examining myself, and trying to understand how God works each time.
As of today, the pain of the story becomes unbearable only on occasion. Now, I accept that I must author this story for authoring it will give me the power to formally end hurting inside, and ultimately free myself from it. Continue reading “My Heart Drippings Went Into This Post! – The Evolution of Writing a Painful Memoir on Caregiving & Family Drama Is Transformative”