invites us to share those things that happen to us in life, sometimes we feel or take for granted what we live, without understanding that strength demonstrated in the face of conflicting situations, although inside we feel destroyed, as it was said or there are those who express it : the procession is carried inside.
Every day is an experience lived from a very young age, situations arise in which we have to stop for a while and understand what is happening. Changing from a village to a city in the 80's is strong, the culture, the people of our own age who surround us and see us differently, look for thousands of ways to make us feel bad because we are small towns, now I see it and I say I was simply guided by the hand of God, I lived alone, I was sad days that I could not travel for different reasons, I was very closed in me. Then came the realization to enjoy a little of what was presented, alone, I enjoyed my moments of recreation that I allowed myself, I still do not know if it was really so complicated as not to find friends or was the city life.
Obstacles presented themselves, I faced them, situations were solved.
Then, the change of city again to a town becoming a city...the strong shocks, yes I lived them, there I practically traveled every weekend to my parents' house, I did not find myself in that new space, each one in his own thing as always, each one with his groups, entering was not so simple. I also cried loneliness, I felt it was not my space, the greatest thing is that one could not say that because they said it was weird ... well so a few months passed until I decided to do other activities, companions, although friendships as to talk about issues of this type did not seem to me.
Marriage came, for me the first years of cohabitation were hard, I think that the occupation in different activities helped me not to give much energy to what was happening in it. Without being able to say much, for reasons of
families. Neither with one, nor with the other.
Then came the process that many families have been going through for some years now, the forced migration of our children. Keeping myself as if nothing was happening, I did not express much, that was accumulating without realizing it, things happened to my health. For my husband I was strong, he was on the floor when he saw my two children out of the house, it was up to me to raise my spirits, when inside I was carrying my procession.
Then came the care of my mother, I was afraid to bring her to my house, it was time because I saw my sisters in despair and I felt their agony, little empathy, patience, although I had been walking a path of spirituality, knowing, understanding, understanding, accepting, it was a call which I felt to take on this challenge, I do not know if I call it that. It was her last two years of life, my mother and I in the company of my husband. I never felt the empathy of my sisters towards my mother's care, it seems that they never realized that she was saying goodbye, the last months for me were very strong.
This brought consequences to my health, bereavement, it happens to all of us. I decided to take therapies in this case I opted for bioenergy, accompanied by his talk and discover many things that happened to me internally. In this I have been almost a year, I can say that I am still on the path of understanding, if there is more tranquility, understanding of many things. Today these learnings are part of accompanying my children in their situations that for one reason or another are presented to them.
Translator DeepL