I miss you my Erik. It’s been 3 years of no contact. We were such a team. My firstborn. I find it so hard to believe you don’t miss me. I will never stop praying but it’s so difficult to stop crying.
Thank you for writing this! Oh that shadow over the face, curtain over the eyes when I bring up something that should never be discussed … and the slamming of a door. When will it end? I miss my whole kid too
So much hurt, we can all feel it. Haunting us. Trying to silence the truth we insist on holding on to. Hope slowly giving way to compromises.
My son is now “diagnosed” with BPD. What others see as an even worse scenario, I hold on to as the light I so long to see at the end of this endlessly dark tunnel.
I can relate and the sadness and the “walking on eggshells” is so real! I miss all of the same things, the big and small. I continue to praise God during this time because I believe there is a bigger purpose! This to shall pass!
I feel this, too. My answer to anyone who asks me how I’m doing with all this is simple - I miss my son. Like all of you, I hope and pray that this delusion subsides at some point.
I don’t remember writing this, but it sure could have come from me. This resonates so deeply and I just want to give you a huge hug of support and share tears over our lost boys and pray that they find their way back to themselves sooner rather than later.🩵
Gosh, just when I thought I could not be gut-punched by another PITT article, just when I was sure I could not really relate to the experience of a boy parent, this piece comes along and I find myself swallowing hard on the very first paragraph. I really, really miss my daughter too.
Wow, did this hit hard. I miss my daughter and her voice and her name so much. I miss being able to think about having a conversation with her and not worrying that it might cause her to totally estrange herself from me.
I'm so sorry you are going through this pain. My heart hurts for all of us in this situation with our kids.
I miss you my Erik. It’s been 3 years of no contact. We were such a team. My firstborn. I find it so hard to believe you don’t miss me. I will never stop praying but it’s so difficult to stop crying.
So beautifully said ❤️ So tragically sad 😞 we’re all with you 🙏🏻 wishing you the best ❤️
Thank you for writing this! Oh that shadow over the face, curtain over the eyes when I bring up something that should never be discussed … and the slamming of a door. When will it end? I miss my whole kid too
Heartache… combined with non- stop policing of language. So exhausting…aren’t they tired too? It’s not living.😢
My Daniel. My boy. My sonshine. I would give anything I own... 💔
Oh my gosh I feel the same! What a well written and powerful piece.
😢🙏🕊️
I feel your deepest hurt. I miss my daughter so very much. Praying for all our hurting hearts. Father, please bring our children home. Amen.
So much hurt, we can all feel it. Haunting us. Trying to silence the truth we insist on holding on to. Hope slowly giving way to compromises.
My son is now “diagnosed” with BPD. What others see as an even worse scenario, I hold on to as the light I so long to see at the end of this endlessly dark tunnel.
Thank you. This is beautiful.
I can relate and the sadness and the “walking on eggshells” is so real! I miss all of the same things, the big and small. I continue to praise God during this time because I believe there is a bigger purpose! This to shall pass!
I feel this, too. My answer to anyone who asks me how I’m doing with all this is simple - I miss my son. Like all of you, I hope and pray that this delusion subsides at some point.
I don’t remember writing this, but it sure could have come from me. This resonates so deeply and I just want to give you a huge hug of support and share tears over our lost boys and pray that they find their way back to themselves sooner rather than later.🩵
Gosh, just when I thought I could not be gut-punched by another PITT article, just when I was sure I could not really relate to the experience of a boy parent, this piece comes along and I find myself swallowing hard on the very first paragraph. I really, really miss my daughter too.
Tears.
Wow, did this hit hard. I miss my daughter and her voice and her name so much. I miss being able to think about having a conversation with her and not worrying that it might cause her to totally estrange herself from me.
I'm so sorry you are going through this pain. My heart hurts for all of us in this situation with our kids.