Battle Through Trauma pt.2

Recently, my father had a major stroke. Up til that time, I only spoke to him sporadically. It's been like that for a while. I love him, but there are certain things that make me choose to not engage, or interact with him regularly. After hearing of his stroke through my mom, I considered being present because I don't want to have any regrets in the event that i chose not to go. I chose presence.

Oftentimes, its told to me to, "Honor thy Father and thy Mother". Sometimes the best way to do that is to stay away, or not deal at all. Seems like every other attempt to cross those barriers, major fail awaits. So, I stayed at my father's house, by invitation of his wife, for four days, and boy did that stir up some stuff! I ended up leaving highly frustrated, and as my daughter and i traveled back home, I sent out a text that included the family.

Basically, that text was a cry for help, a cry of frustration, and a loud yell of enough is enough, and it did not go well, but I have no regrets. Learned alot, but baby baby I think it opened the box of healing for me. Stay tune...