Thankfully - Chewed Up and Spat Back Out!

  I think I have been searching for safety and love my entire life - I had a handful of people like Dad and Grandma Woywod who I felt safe and loved by but I think I am realizing it was in a tornado of trauma and maybe I don't know what it really feels like. Wow, what a realization, huh? And it all came about from unraveling my childhood as best as I could on these pages of the blog and on my Facebook account. It was just easier for me to throw findings and notes on there and keep them organized under topic/person on posts. I am doing all of this from the comfort of my bed and have been. Chronic illness and winter's gift to those who are bestowed both, time -lots of it, long blinks towards clarity - nah, that's an overstep, too many answers are lying in graves dead and buried, the funerals are close in my head, fifty years long.  It's a lot. It's been a lot. I'm a tired lady carrying a little girl in her that needs love. If that makes sense. All she ever wanted...