Dismantle. Repair.

So the past few days have been interesting, to say the least. I’ve gone through a lot just in the last two days alone that I don’t necessarily want to relive. Ever. I wrote in my last post that I’m very quick to assume the negative, and the other day, I happened to be right about my negative assumption. And it pretty much opened up an incredibly colossal can of worms. I’ve learned a lot about myself and my family yesterday, but I do know that I love my parents more than anything in the world, and nothing gives me more fulfillment than to see them happy, healthy, and whole. And right now, we aren’t.

I’m not going to go into detail about what’s been going on, because it’s not something that I feel like I’m ready to share with everyone just yet, but a few people know about what exactly has happened, and they know that it has torn me apart. I look upon my past with new eyes. I am unsure of my future. I don’t know what my life will be like even a month from now. I am hurting and people I care about are hurting, and if you’re the praying kind of person, I ask that you would pray that I would have the strength and the courage to get through this bit of turmoil.

I am an optimist in the sense that I KNOW that things can only get better from here. Well, I think I know that. I have a sincere hope, at least. I can’t wait to move home from Reno in a year so that I can be with my parents more, because they bring me so much joy. And what we are going through is rough, but I have this gut feeling that we are strong enough and we have enough love to get through this. :)

There is a lot of good that can come out of this situation. Healed relationships. New perspective. I hope we can get to that point.