I attended my support group for the third time tonight. About eight of us met at a Mexican restaurant for dinner. I tried to keep myself in check, but when it was my turn to speak, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. At first, I felt like throwing up my chimichanga, but I was honest and spoke for some time. I managed to share my true
feelings with people I could reach out and touch, not a computer I could turn off if I began to feel uncomfortable. It was horribly difficult, but I did it.
And it finally happened.
Labels: grief, support system, Williams syndrome