I started to tear up as I read your heart breaking lament. I am in the same position, as my first born son has estranged himself, working an entry level job when he was top of his class, and taking female hormones and thus hurting himself. I didn't send out Christmas pictures, and am aware each day that the casual question, "How is so an…
I started to tear up as I read your heart breaking lament. I am in the same position, as my first born son has estranged himself, working an entry level job when he was top of his class, and taking female hormones and thus hurting himself. I didn't send out Christmas pictures, and am aware each day that the casual question, "How is so and so", will remind my heart of the empty ache, sorrow, and fear. I want to encourage you that we aren't responsible for our children's choices. I hold onto my faith and the belief that God is willing and able to heal and restore, and whatever happens He will get us through. Hugs to you. You are not alone.
I started to tear up as I read your heart breaking lament. I am in the same position, as my first born son has estranged himself, working an entry level job when he was top of his class, and taking female hormones and thus hurting himself. I didn't send out Christmas pictures, and am aware each day that the casual question, "How is so and so", will remind my heart of the empty ache, sorrow, and fear. I want to encourage you that we aren't responsible for our children's choices. I hold onto my faith and the belief that God is willing and able to heal and restore, and whatever happens He will get us through. Hugs to you. You are not alone.