Out of the Darkness-ish
"This is our transition period." Over and over, we'd remind ourselves, "this is our transition period." This was our time for learning and adjusting and making mistakes and exhaustion crying in the car because we'd realize it was our only 20 minutes alone all week. This was our time to learn what it means to give grace. To ourselves and to our caseworkers and to our sibs, who, contrary to our occasional thoughts, were not taking two hours to get ready in the morning just to fuck with us. There was a sense of loss in our hearts. When we could finally catch our breath after a day of doctors appointments and job coaching appointments and preparing meals and preparing two people to be more independent, not to mention our own schoolwork, we mourned our youth. We mourned this loss of choice. We grieved this hypothetical life of adventurous twenty-somethings who took spontaneous road trips to the shore. And we were crushed by the guilt of it all. Of not feeding the...