
I cry easily these days. Not out of sadness but out of joy and thankfulness. I am not nearly as anxiety ridden anymore. The sinking sick feeling is lifting after feeling it for 3 years. I am not the sick one as I was led to believe.
You're feeling better and seeing the forest for the trees because the fog is lifting.
It's OK to have compassion for these people. I will always love her in someway but that does not mean I will ever try to pick up that broken diseased little sparrow again. You can't save anyone from themselves.
Wise words.
You can only let them go and hope some day they with receive the chance at discovery they gave you.
I have compassion and it's taking care of yourself and not feeling compassion fatigue. I let go and let god. I can't fix her. Change starts from you.