It’s a desolate feeling knowing your child isn’t home with you.
I’ve been walking for a few hours now.
I can’t emote.
No matter how hard I try to cry I cannot.
I feel lost.
I know in my heart I should be rejoicing knowing that for the first time in nearly 5 years of seeking answers to Keira’s condition and only receiving empty answers from medical professionals, we’ve finally found a team who wants to help her.
But how is a parent to feel after the deed is done?
Keira knew what we were doing.
I let her choose what she wanted.
Deep down a part of me was desperately hoping she wouldn’t oblige.
Having been inpatient twice in my life I know the feeling all too well when you’ve finally been admitted and your family leaves you.
But you see, we know they aren’t leaving us.
And yet the person cannot help but be grateful to those who have helped them, and at the same time feel a deep obligation to themselves to say Goodbye.
I don’t care what Keira is diagnosed with.
I know she’s been suffering more than any 8 year old should ever have to endure.
A seemingly beautiful and normal child to the outside world.
But you must understand that she wasn’t raised by a normal mother.
All her life she was subconsciously taught to mask her true emotions.
So much that she became the mask just as I had.
She has been internalizing a battle within which has up unto l recently, been one that even her father and I hadn’t known how severe it had been.
Please do not think this is by any means easy for Matthew and I to speak of so transparently to the world.
I’ve made it home finally.
After sitting on my stoop the last hour I realized it was time to go inside.
But you see, this home is not a home without her.
I’ve never realized how much our daughter has saved me up until recent weeks.
Such a queer disposition; explaining to the world that mental illness healed mental illness.
But there is no denying.
Keira has saved me from myself,
She is wiser beyond her years emotionally and yet she do desperately wishes to live the life of a child.
She deserves that much.
I know we’ll never be able to fully satisfy that, but I can only hope that those who love and accept her for all that she is, will do their damnedest to protect that inner child and allow her to flourish.
I grew up too quickly.
I had to to survive.
If there’s anything I know about Keira, It is that she is a warrior just as her father is.
Matthew may be strong, but he is feeling the sting from today’s act.
I know after a few days, he will have the ability to regulate far better than I will.
But no parent should ever have to do what we did today.
The one parent I could remotely seek solace in, has forgotten his experiences with me.
I don’t blame him.
She will be gone for a while.
I promised her I would see her as much as she desired to have her mother there.
I will fight to make Matt proud.
A weakness has consumed my mind and it has been egging me to give in.
I owe Keira that much to stay strong and resist self punishment.
Never take your children for granted.
If they are acting out, even if it pisses you off to no end,
VALIDATE their EMOTIONS.
Too many years did I treat her emotions poorly.
Far too many times did I write off all of her elaborate stories.
I am listening now.
And yet I know she will always have an internal battle against wanting to push us out to punish us, and desperately needing our love and affection to nurture her.
Love your children.
Hug them tighter each time you see them.
I think I needed to expel some word vomit so I could sleep.
I have an IEP meeting at her school tomorrow.
I am in hopes to wake up strong,
Knowing she is safe, and she is waiting to hear my voice.
You cannot possibly make up the things we’ve experienced in our lives together.
Matthew and I live a life movies are based on.
But it is a life I would never exchange.
And I am ready to show the world how selfless I can be.
By saving our daughter; just as she has saved me…