What a draining thing therapy is. So much crying. Sheesh. I was there at nine, left at 10 and wanted to go striaght to bed. Still do. Sheesh.
When we lost Audrey, I wrote her a letter telling her we loved her and missed her and a whole bunch of other stuff. Well, I had to bring it and read it today. I guess it was supposed to be healing, but I don't know if I got that. I really just feel very raw. Raw like all of those wounds are stinging again.
I don't know what to think.
We talked about guilt. The guilt I feel because I don't feel like I've woven Audrey into my life like I should. Like I should be doing more to acknowledge her as part of our family. I'm just not sure how to do it. I mean, she sits in her wooden box in the crib. I say 'Hi' when I go in her room. But mostly, I avoid her room. I just don't know what's right. And, I feel guilty about that.
My homework is to write a response to my letter as if Audrey were writing back to me. It's supposed to help answer all of the questions I have as if they were coming from you. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I mean, they will really be my answers and likely, what my brain wants to hear vs. what might really be reality.
I want her to know that I love her. Does she miss us the way we miss her, does she know we miss her? I want to say yes, but is it true? Does she know that we are not trying for another baby to replace her? I mean, we really are in the sense that we wouldn't be doing this if we had her here. How am I supposed to feel about all of that? It almost feels like I'm lying to myself just to make me feel better. Is that right?
It seems like mind games. I don't like them. I never had. Things have to make sense to me or I just can't play.
I told her that it feels like I've been living someone else's life since 2004. Like ,mine stopped then and is in limbo while I live this one. Weird.