“Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.”
{Seneca The Younger}
I’ve all but clung to those words for too many years to count. So, imagine how it felt when I saw them written in her social media bio. She’s going to be okay! She’s willing to put in the grueling work that’s required to achieve everything she wants in this life, not the least of which is hopefully repairing all holes we made in her heart. She’s her momma’s “fierce and resilient” protege 2 point frigging 2 0! Her resilience puts mine to shame. As fiercely resilient as my daughter … no, my MUSE has become in the wake of all the trauma she’s been through, the likes of which no one could ever conceptualize, there’ve been times in our shared pain, suffering, and “picking up the pieces” journey that I’ve wondered if she’s ever really going to be whole again.
As any parent of a traumatized child can attest, there’ve been so many prayers and cries out to God literally begging for signs.
Please, God, PLEASE, show me anything! Big … small … write it across the stars! I’m here and faithfully holding on to the hope that both my babies are going to rise above the cesspool we “adults” in this family tried drowning them in.
… then just like that … and always right on cue … I get a little glimmer that they’re both going to be okay.
I love you, Daughter … and I SEE YOU! And to my readers: I’m not gonna tell you what those words mean, by the way. I want you to pick them up and Google them for yourself, then let me know if you do, please, and tell me what the words mean to YOU! “Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.”
The Diary Of My Perfection 