When Michael died my world turned upside down. I can't properly put into words how much losing him broke me. It triggered losing Sigfredo. He was always nice to me like Sigfredo & he always wanted to hang out with me & talk to me. He was not just one of my kids. None of them are. They are each a whole actual individual & Michael made it known that he was fully alive & free to be himself. He was so loud! And obnoxious & silly & ridiculous & righteous & protective & just freaking precious to me. He was almost as unruly as his eldest brother! Michael would have been much more challenging if I hadn't had Jacob first. Archer males are a force to be reckoned with! They operate straight from their sense of right & wrong & they don't believe in grey areas. I've been trying to make sense of wether or not I'm still all here or if part of me actually died with Michael. I'm still not sure. As I write all I can think of is all the times that I touched his face & his hair. Not everyone was allowed to do that. I was though <3
And even if part of me died with him there's still plenty of me alive to celebrate life.
Balanced internal chaos.
In my heart we're standing at the peak of the tallest mountain.
And we've climbed with all our heart, together.
That's all that matters.
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This is my truth
Non-FictionMy life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she wr...
