A Different Perspective
The world as seen through the eyes of a small-town girl trying to make sense of the world she sees.
The world as seen through the eyes of a small-town girl trying to make sense of the world she sees.
You don’t love the way you used to when you were younger.
Of the disaster you created.
I don’t know how else to feel anymore.
is when someone does something so hurtful, and you can’t help but think,
“I would have expected that from myself.”
The wind was strong, but it felt so nice against my face. It made the balloon fight with my hand, almost like it was begging for freedom. I untied the pink hearts from the end of the ribbon, and I stood and held that blue balloon for a few moments, looking around at the shore. Then I turned my back to the tide, reached my arm up, and as the balloon left my fingers, I began to feel tears stream down my face. For the first time in 12 years, I let a balloon go up to you. For the first time in a long time, I missed you so terribly that it hurt. I tried to find that balloon, but I figured you had snatched it up.
I stood in the water and closed my eyes. I felt you in the air. I knew you were happy.
I buried the pink hearts somewhere. I don’t know if they’ll be there in August, but I know you will be. I love you Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day.
The following comparisons highlight the difference between healthy and unhealthy boundaries.
Healthy: Being your own person.
Unhealthy: Feeling incomplete without the other person.
Healthy: Accepting responsibility for your own happiness.
Unhealthy: Relying…