In the few short days since my last post, the outpouring of support from friends and family is overwhelming- in a good way.
Within about 10 minutes of publishing my husband got a text from his good friend offering to help us in any way possible.
In the morning I woke up to Facebook and SMS messages from people close to me in Australia who had no idea, my best friends mother and her experience with being a transplant, a girl I knew in middle school, friends in Europe and Africa.
People I have plans to visit are offering to come to me rather than have me drive to them (if only I had done this sooner!) They all tell me I am brave. Not sure about brave, I think impulsive might be a better word.
Regardless of the motivating factors, I do not regret sharing my story. I am beyond grateful and humbled by the responses.
One refreshing thing I’ve found in motherhood is the ability to be genuinely honest, a trait I’ve always admired in other people. In the past I suffered from passive aggression- I worried too much about people liking me to openly speak my mind. Time is too precious now for political fence-sitting.
Previously, every time I tried to write about myself there were boundaries. I’m absolutely uncomfortable with being vulnerable right now but at the same time I’m okay with it. Gone are the days of censorship, of self- medication, of presenting only a surface with most people in my world.
I need to be someone my daughter can look up to and she has given me the courage to begin to set the example.