On the back of my week last week I thought it’d be a good opportunity for me to reflect. On some days, I have clarity, on other days my head feels slightly jumbled. As hard as it is to watch the one you love go through trauma; generally, as a parent it’s our job to be able to take children’s pain away.
All we can do is try and be there for them. The assault has changed everything. It’s difficult to go through something like this and expect lives to stay the same. Our thoughts, our feelings and our take on the world has changed. One day seems like another and whilst our days play out uniformly, we try and make sense of all that has happened.
The sleepless nights are a constant reminder we’re dealing with stress. Stress acts as a gentle reminder of what we’ve been through, what we’re still going through and how we have a long way to go. As individuals, we deal with stress differently. I usually talk things out. Others may inwardly contemplate their own issues.
The hard part of trauma is watching someone work through trauma. When I look back over the last two months, I see how far I’ve come but it doesn’t seem far enough. As things continue to pan out that helpless feeling will be with us for a little while longer.
Until such a time the road ahead seems clearer and with more clarity on any future decisions we may have to make.