Oof. I felt the desperation for things to not be as they are and at the same time the gratitude for the things that are as they are. You’re doing and holding and going through a lot as a family, as a couple, and really all we can ever do is find the tiny glimmers where we still feel like ourselves or the “us” — I remember in postpartum when I felt like I’d lost the “us” and myself entirely. I kept trying to open up space for all changes and yet found myself holding on to whoever we were before—whoever I was before. It wasn’t until I stopped grasping at the old us that I could actually see us. The old me. I hope you both experience some ease soon, connection, comfort, something that brings you to each other.
Oof. I felt the desperation for things to not be as they are and at the same time the gratitude for the things that are as they are. You’re doing and holding and going through a lot as a family, as a couple, and really all we can ever do is find the tiny glimmers where we still feel like ourselves or the “us” — I remember in postpartum when I felt like I’d lost the “us” and myself entirely. I kept trying to open up space for all changes and yet found myself holding on to whoever we were before—whoever I was before. It wasn’t until I stopped grasping at the old us that I could actually see us. The old me. I hope you both experience some ease soon, connection, comfort, something that brings you to each other.
Yes to the glimmers. Yes to releasing the grasp. xx
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