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Needy . . . July 2004

    I wake up early... 2, 3 , or 4 AM sometimes.
    I think of so many things I want to tell someone but there is not anyone to tell them to, no one to talk to, no one that would want to listen. These are thoughts that the "normal" person would not want to think about. It would be nice to be like I was...
    Going through life with a smile on my face, a song in my heart... nothing could dampen my spirit! Always with an encouraging word for everyone who needed one. Flighty, fun loving, lighthearted, talented, beautiful, sweet and pleasant to be around ... these were some of the words that I have heard describe me in my past.
    I have been working VBS this week at Church. The ladies and men who are in charge are like I used to be. As I watch them have so much fun... doing skits, singing songs, teaching the kids movements and motions to the songs, my heart yearns to be like it was in my past.
    I mentioned to one of these ladies that I used to do what they were doing and the fun I used to have ... she said "we all have different seasons of life". Oh to be so innocent. I told her it wasn't that... "That part of my life died with Michael". She didn't say anything else...
    She absolutely has no idea... and so it should be...

    This time in my life... I would call it "needy"... no... "very needy".
    I am struggling... swimming to reach air... gasping for breath... then sinking again.
    No one knows the struggle, there is no one that would really care to know, no one that would be willing to help? I really don't know, I am afraid to ask. So I struggle.. housework, schooling the children, finding ways to help with the finances, even trying to fix three meals a day is such a hard task. I want to help others, but I seem to be so needy... I hate it... I don't want to be this way.
    I want to scream to the world I need your help but who would understand, who would help?

    If you are reading this and know someone who has lost a child, please try to understand, and if you can... spend some time getting to really know them and help them... there is so much to overcome, so much to heal from....