After the Crashing Waves
It has been a hot minute since my last post. Recalling all the details of this is very tiring. Not as exhausting as living it, but it still makes me weary. As I mentioned, there is everything in my family’s life before January 22, 2022, and now everything after. Here is how the beginning of the “after” went. There were an unbelievable number of phone calls I had to make/receive in the first few weeks after it happened. Schools. Doctors. Residential Care Facilities for Adam. Victim Advocacy groups for Honey. A lot of people asking if we were “ok.” I was alive, breathing, and sober- so I was “ok.” I switched something off inside myself and put up an emotional shield. I told several close friends, but not everyone. As I dealt with things, my sisters knew immediately that I was going into “fight” mode- one of them said, “Are you dealing with the emotional side?” I said, “Oh no, not at all. I will process that later.” If I can “do” something, I don’t have to fall apart. ...