For the most part, I am a happy person. Perhaps a bit impatient, but for the most part, happy. And I know that in the scheme of things, I am a lucky person too.
Even as I type those words, however, I feel compeled to edit myself, questioning how it could be possible for someone to have lost a teenager to suicide and still be happy or consder themselves lucky.
Except that it is possible. I am sad at times, in tears at times, unable to even think about it at times. But I also feel happiness and recognize the many, many ways that I have been lucky. Heck, I am Molly's mom and that is one of the highlights of my life. So, yes. I am lucky and happy. No edit required.
Even as I type those words, however, I feel compeled to edit myself, questioning how it could be possible for someone to have lost a teenager to suicide and still be happy or consder themselves lucky.
Except that it is possible. I am sad at times, in tears at times, unable to even think about it at times. But I also feel happiness and recognize the many, many ways that I have been lucky. Heck, I am Molly's mom and that is one of the highlights of my life. So, yes. I am lucky and happy. No edit required.
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