Finding Myself
It all started when we went to see Frozen II. It touched me much more deeply than I had anticipated and I cried more than I did when I first saw Brave. The story of Elsa going into the "unknown" in search of who is behind the mysterious voice she keeps hearing and ultimately finding herself rocked me to my core. That was when I first began to realize I had lost myself. Then right after Christmas my husband and two older kids went on a two week trip to Thailand. Literally the day they left (they had not even boarded the plane yet), I was in tears. I told myself, "it's okay this will get easier, it's only the first day and right after Christmas, of course you miss them". The next day was not any easier and it ended with me again, in tears and I started to ask myself "what the hell is wrong with you that you are already falling apart?!" Then it hit me, I forgot who I am without them. Sure I still had the two little ones at home with me ...