Two years.
That's how long it's been since I started on this trauma-enduced-anxiety-alleviating journey.
There have been moments of reprieve. But, for a lot of the journey it has been a challenge. I'm not Wendi. I'm sort of Wendi. But I'm not her.
I miss her.
And yet I know that on the other side, I'll never actually be her again.
I'm going to be a different Wendi. A better Wendi. A healed Wendi.
Sometimes, the numbness and emptiness and sadness feels like it will never end. However, then there are moments when I look at a picture like the one above, and I laugh out loud, and I think I am in there. I'm in there. Hang on Wendi. You will be free soon.
Those first two rows are our group. My friend Jessica. Her daughter Bailey (who is completely missing in the first row), Joan, Bri ... and I laughed.
I'm working hard to come home.
Hang on little Wendi.
Freedom is coming.
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