I Will Rise Above This

This is a post I pictured in my mind as entirely different than it will actually play out.  I imagined my final post about my mother as a post that would describe how amazing it felt to see my mother return to her old self again.  I envisioned a triumphant post about how we had finally found what was needed, affected some systemic changes, and that it worked.  I wanted to be sharing with you all how it felt to talk with her again, like we used to, and the joy my heart felt to see her reunite with her grandchildren.  It was going to be a happy ending to my family's misery. 

Scratch that. I can't even be in control of how I express my feelings about the worst experience of my life.  Other people can go on and on, hurling false accusations of abuse, but I can't write about how I am making my way through the hardest part of my life.  I did not want to bend under the pressure of a threat, but there's too much at stake for me.  Another defeat...if I choose to look at it that way, and I don't.  I will rise above this loss, like I have risen above every loss since November.

In the coming days, I will be making major changes to this blog.  It'll look different, and it'll be called by a different name, but I will still return to it, like an old friend, and I hope you will as well.  I will continue write about my life, and how I handle trying times, and those of you who have been along for the whole ride will have the inside scoop, so to speak.  You'll know what's behind those posts, like cherished friends with history. 

I am deciding to view this as an opportunity to change things up, and give my readers some variety.  I am not exactly sure what that variety will include, but I promise you that it'll be worth stopping by to read.  You have all provided me with so much support and encouragement.  It's the least I can do for you.

Stay tuned...this will be good. 

(Oh, and that memoir?  Still gonna happen.)