Isn’t it ironic how the biggest or smallest changes in our lives affect us? For instance, you think you are happy where you are, you’re comfortable and you know your surroundings. Then poof…….. you move to another state.
It has been 9 months since I wrote anything. So much has happened and changed (I did vow to make sure I write a lot more often though).
My husbands father became ill, therefore we ended up moving to the state where he lives. Which at first I didn’t care for the idea, but since my mother refuses to talk to me….. why did I need to stay in Arkansas. That was my thoughts. I can’t make her talk to me. I’ve sent texts and all i get is drama, drama, drama instead of her trying to talk it out with me. I have given up. When she is ready, she has my number. I made sure to send it to her. Moving here was good for me and the relationships I have with others. I am finding myself, my anxiety has eased TREMENDOUSLY, I have started going to church and I now know what a certain person meant when they said,”I try not to deal with this side of the family to much. There is so much negativity and the way things are handled just isn’t well or healthy at all”. Don’t get me wrong, I still have stress like anyone else, but I am so much more at ease. NEVER in a million years did I think that people around you were a major influence in the way another acted or presented themselves. I have lost contact with someone, in Arkansas that I care for deeply and that persons mother, but I can’t do anything about that either. Friend requests go unanswered and so do messages on one persons part. Maybe it’s not for me. They seemed happy for me and my progress and then….. poof, they were gone.
I know my line in the story and me writing was about my anxiety and it has shifted somewhat, but I’ll take one day and one step at a time and see where it goes from here.
Much love and many blessings.