But inside I heard a child's voice say "Mommy, please go. Please." I heard that child's voice for the first time last October. That voice was now making a presence again. I just couldn't ignore or shut out the voice. I listened and went.
Within the first five minutes of listening to her talk, I cried, and cried, and cried. FINALLY! Someone spoke my language! I wasn't crazy after all! She validated everything that happened to me in regards to the memory loss of so much of my life, my inability to sleep well, my low self-esteem... to name a few. Joy! I won the lottery and finally had someone that understood me!
I came home happy, exhausted and in dire need of sleep. All that crying and emotions pouring out of me just plumb wore me out. Mixed with the lack of sleep, I told my husband a brief low down of what was happening and then went to bed. I slept for 3 hours. I woke up exhausted but at least it was 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep.