When do you most love coming home?
Posted on Dec 5th, 2008
by
TruLibra
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for December 04, 2008:
I read so many responses that were warm and loving. Unfortunately in my case. I love coming home when it is just myself and Kaylah. My family does not communicate, express positive emotion, nor does my family operate like one. It's like we are strangers, just connected because of some freak accident.
Anyway that still bothers me especially around the holiday season. I can not change what others do not want to change. I just wish I were in a happier place, home is not my home. My peace comes from being with Kaylah outside of all the drama that continuously churns at "home."
Anyway that still bothers me especially around the holiday season. I can not change what others do not want to change. I just wish I were in a happier place, home is not my home. My peace comes from being with Kaylah outside of all the drama that continuously churns at "home."

Help




I understand what you are going through, because my family has been the same for most of my life- only now are some of my siblings and I becoming friends. I want you to know that there is hope at the end of a very long tunnel. What helped me was finding peace and contentment within myself. Once I had “found myself” so to speak, then the process of healing with my family was able to begin. I hope it doesn’t sound like I am preaching. I just want you to know that I empathize and that there is hope.