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Hi. First time I've been on here in a bit. The day you posted this was my baby's 3 year anniversary. Sounds like a long time but still hurts too much to bear. I remember that feeling you are having. I am not sure about the idea of getting someone else to do it for you. Maybe I am different but I had to deal with everything in Brandon's room. I visited his room from time to time cause I felt nearer to him there. It hurt but I still needed to keep it the same for a bit. It took me 2 years before I was ready to clean it up. Then, when I was ready it was kind of liberating to do it. And I was so happy I waited till I was ready. It hasn't been long. Just give it some time and you will know when you are ready to do something with it. Make a plan maybe for that room when you are ready and have a reason to clean it up. But for now I would keep it the same. Once it is cleaned out it is done. No turning back. You haven't even made it out of the fog yet. Settle down and give it time. None of this will happen overnight. Try not to let people push you into anything you aren't ready for. My mom kept telling me how morbid I was cause I kept my baby's ashes in his crib for about 8 months till I was ready to plant him as one lady I know calls it. I was glad I waited with that too. You will know when you are ready. Your path is all your own. This is a hard road that God put you down but you have to walk it. There are no short cuts. Just one foot in front of the other. You will get there. Tina will hold your hand through it. Oh ya and no worries about going in her room and crying. Let it out. That will heal you. I sure am learning through this process that we do it on our own. Or at least I am. Nobody understands. This is the only place you can come and talk to people who truly understand. So keep coming back. It helps. Hope I answered your question. Are you out of the fog yet? It took me 2 1/2 months to get out of the fog. I literally saw a fog lift. Weird but true. Enjoy it while it lasts. It numbs some of the pain till you are ready for it all. God doesn't give you more than you can handle. Hugs, Susan |
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