TRAPPED

Sparrow,

I think you’ll understand, only a little too well, when you read the following little blog posting:

No matter how hard I work

No matter how aware I am

No matter what measures I take to make myself and my little family “happy”, I can’t change the fact that my youngest daughter is trapped by her own brain. It keeps coming back to that issue.

I can’t be angry at her

I can’t fight her

I can’t stop loving her

In the end, she is trapped but, by extension so am I, her sister, and her father. It controls every minute of every day and this week has been so full of controlled minutes that the two of us feel like enemies, our backs against each other, fighting a war with no end in sight.

It’s wearing us both out and today we both want to throw in the towel.

There’s only so much a mother and daughter can do to win this kind of war but we are trying. It is, however, a reality and today, after a week of struggling against, and with each other, we feel like throwing in the towel.  

I know you understand this feeling all too well.

Trapped

A Weary Red Bird