The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part
Waiting for the call for the next step and how to proceed. We need to see her iron levels, if she's been using laxatives, other drugs, anything else blood may show. Then it begins.
We have to sit down with her, confront her, and tell her it's in our hands now. With a nutritionist and therapist. (we've seen a doctor but I'll get into,that later. It was the initial diagnosis, but we didn't confront her for several reasons.) Her dad and sister will be a part of this, we'll all be on board. We all will help her understand her value and self worth. It's the waiting to say, "we love you, we adore you, we think you're perfect being you!" I want to tell her mistakes are human, I make them every single day. Mistakes help you learn and grow. You're a tiny, twelve year old human, you have time to carve out your path. It's her path to carve, I can only hold her hand when she asks me.
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