“Tell me more about your family—parents, siblings, grandparents. Those who were a part of your life when you lived in Idaho.”
Dr. Barone scribbled in his notebook as I listed the members of my family giving a brief profile on each.
“Mom was in the hospital a lot.”
“Do you know why?”
“She had two babies—my two younger sisters. But she was also sick and hospitalized.
“Who took care of you while she was in the hospital?”
“Different people. I don’t really remember.”
Talking about when Mom was hospitalized, evoked a sadness, disappointment and fear I couldn't explain. The familiar heaviness of dread settled over me. But this time, it felt like I’d wandered into deep waters. Why did I re-visit this portion of my childhood?
“How are you doing? Dr. Barone asked.
“Fine. But disappointed there are unresolved issues with people from my childhood.”
“What would help you to tackle the concerns you have with those people?”
“l could call each one of them. But I don’t feel comfortable doing that.”
“Would you be interested in writing a letter to each of them? You won’t actually send the letters. Write as if you intended to mail them.”
I agreed, with the hope it would lift an emotional weight off my shoulders.
I couldn’t explain the heaviness of dread that fell over me as details from childhood surfaced. But I trusted Dr. Barone to help me wade through them, one step at a time. I wrote the letter addressing as many unresolved issues from the past I could remember. It took me several days to write. It was 20 pages long.
Philippians 4:6 says, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."
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