But Still I Stay
No script prepared me for this part,
No map to mend a mother’s heart.
The dreams I held slipped through my hands,
Replaced by days love understands.
I grieve the life that might have been,
The words unsaid, the could-have-beens.
It’s lonely here—no one can see
The quiet ache that lives in me.
Yet still, I rise, I choose each day,
To love her in this unknown way.
Unwritten, yes—but still I stay.
My Purpose
My story had been written a long time ago in my mind- the type of individual, wife, and mother I would be and where I would be now in life. But now here I am, living a life that was unwritten. My husband and I are raising a disabled daughter with an undiagnosed disease. This was very unexpected and different than what we were prepared for. In this journey, we have been following an unknown path. Because of all dark and traumatic turns along the way, I have completely lost myself. I am not who I was nor am I who I wanted to be. After a year and a half of living in “survival mode,” I am ready to start processing what has happened and begin writing a new story- a journey of hope and discovery! Please join me along this path and help me write the unwritten.