I just hurt. I want to analyze, understand, and learn out of deep and abiding respect for my daughter. And yet, lately all I can do is hurt. Im trying to move forward in small ways. Went through some of her clothes yesterday. Made sure special people got special things. Its like her ashes are being scattered. I asked God to help me allow myself to cry more. I think hes answered my prayers. Its like I couldnt cry for the last 8 years because I had to stay strong for her. It reminds me of how I felt when my mom survived two years of pancreatic cancer. I had to stay strong. I couldnt mourn or worry until she was gone. So many years Hannah struggled to be happy. Im amazed at her strength! Through her fears and tears she fought to be the SBO. No one realized how much she fought anxiety through it all. Its just now that Im putting a label on it. I just thought it was growing up, not being accepted in a new ward, girls just being mean, hormones. She felt all those difficult situations so deeply. No, shes been hurting for a long time. The concussion was the final blow. She couldnt control it anymore. What a warrior. #ForHannah and for all who suffer anxiety!
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 14:58:12 +0000
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