In my last entry I offered a metaphor of my daughter and me walking towards one another from opposite ends of the Appalachian Trail. In this essay I'd like to invite you to walk a little way with me. Many months since our daughter’s time at wilderness and years beyond the original issues that landed her there, my emotions continue to rise and fall much as the tide does. I don’t have control over the these feelings and I can be knocked down by a big wave of guilt or shame or anger. I’ve learned what to do when a big rush of emotion comes on--get somewhere safe and quiet and wait for the feelings to subside. So far they always have. Sometimes the wave will come out of nowhere when I’m falling asleep or taking a walk. Usually then, the inner dialogue starts up that I failed as a mother: What did I not do or say? What could I have done differently? Why didn’t she feel she could tell me what was really going on with her? ...
An ongoing series of essays about being the parent of a struggling young adult. My hope is to reach and support other parents undergoing similar experiences. Keep in mind that I am not a therapist and my only desire is to offer you support on your own journey as I make sense of mine.