Post by Susan Peabody on Jun 3, 2022 11:35:57 GMT -8
I posted a memorial for Susie on the main board, and I got a complaint from two members who asked me to take it down. I did. Then I prayed about it. Then I moved it to this site which is my personal sub-board. I think it is unhealthy to refuse to talk about painful things. It is one of our issues as adult children. I also contacted Susie's sister and she was glad to know that Susie's death could serve as a warning to others.
I sponsored Susie. She was a beautiful person both in and out. She took her own life this past weekend, because she could not bear the emotional pain anymore. Her sister wanted all of us to know how much Susie appreciated the help we gave her and how much she loved us. Love addiction is a serious disorder. Sometimes recovery is elusive. There is negative energy out there just waiting to take us down. This is why, in my personal opinion, we need divine intervention. But that is another subject. Some of us don't make it, but Susie gave recovery all she had. She went to meetings. She did everything I asked. She tried new things. She worked the steps. Still, we lost her. May she rest in peace . . .
Post by Susan Peabody on Jun 3, 2022 16:38:24 GMT -8
Just checking in . . . the critical emails yesterday triggered a memory left over from my childhood.
My brother was electrocuted in a tragic accident in 1963. I was not allowed to talk about it or express my grief. My father dealt with it by drinking heavily. My mother dealt with it by taking sedatives, going into the bedroom, and never coming out. I took over the care of the household for my siblings. My parents basically abandoned us. This would have been ok for a while, but they NEVER returned to family life. My sisters and I were basically orphans. In recovery, I make a point of talking about my grief. I loved Susie. She was a very special person who did everything she could to get past her depression. She was a victim of negative forces in the universe and love addiction. I am no longer the "brave little soldier," I was as a child. I am in mourning. Good day everyone . . .