Almost 10 months ago, I moved my daughter and I to North Carolina from Michigan. Starting about 9 months before the move life took a twist. My daughters amazing Dad passed away suddenly. Then Covid-19 hit. I fought every day with my kid, we were both spiraling down into what felt like the deepest pit of anxiety and depression. I won't go into all the things that happened in between those hard months. But it was too much. Then one day, about 3 or 4 months before moving, it came to me. I remember having a full out fight with my daughter. She was lost. I was lost. and the combination wasn't good. And I remember staring at her and having this overwhelming surge of emotions. And that's when it starting to hit me...I can't, we can't live like this anymore. I had said the unthinkable to her, something straight out of my parents book... "if you don't like it here, you can go live somewhere else". Regret hit me as soon as I said it, because I knew that t
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