Does she know her Nightmare has ended?

The difference between her life now, compared to the life she had last year is astounding to me. I think that if she would just look around for a moment and really try to see her life now, and how much better it is, then she would probably be shocked.

Life was desperate for her back then, every moment was a constant struggle for survival and sanity. Every second of every minute of every day was a battle between her and the paranoia that lived so near to her. It was always pointing, questioning, and accusing to the point that she would wonder if any of it was true. Was it possible that the insanity that engulfed her life was a figment of her imagination, or was it fed to her daily to keep her subdued? The pain and fear she must have fought back were probably unbearable at times. And all the while she held those she cared most for at bay to protect them, placing herself in the eye of the storm to keep them from being drawn into her nightmare. It hurt so much to watch her go through such a horrible time, all the while sitting on the outside helpless to save her. It was a terrible thing to watch from the comfort of my own life.

She made a decision one day to pick her self up, dust herself off and start over. The choices she has made for her self and her son have not been easy, but she has done it in the hopes of having a happy and normal life. Her whole life has been a search for normalcy. I could sit here and write a book about the things that she has had to face growing up and choosing her own path in life. Her life has never been what most would consider normal and it is amazing just how normal she did turn out.

So now she is doing it, slowly but surely she is taking control and stepping out to that unknown darkness to make her place. It’s a scary thing braving the world in fear of failing. She has always been stronger than she appears. She has always been there for me, and I have always tried to be there for her. I told her once when she was in the middle of her terrible nightmare that people can only go so far down before there was no other choice but to rise again. Sheer hate and stubbornness are the tools she has used to pull herself up. And pull herself up she has. I’m very proud of the accomplishments she has made in her life in the last year. So the nightmare is ending and the sun is rising into a new day. What wonders there are for her just around the corner! I love you and I am so very proud of you. I just thought you needed to know that.