Angela Richburg
You’ve heard it, “You can’t take care of anyone else, if you don’t take care of yourself.” Yes, that is true. But in the briar bush of estrangement, I didn’t feel like I deserved to do anything nice for myself. I beat myself up relentlessly. Not exactly self-care. I did not want to take care of myself. Raise your hand, if you are with me.
Honestly, I am not a depressed, lay in bed all day kinda person. But, estrangement, and the ache in my soul for my child (adult child), had me lying in bed, wanting to hide, and, at times, I honestly did not want to live anymore. I couldn’t see my life without this child. My estranged child was off at college, and I had one in high school. I felt like I had each foot in a canoe and the canoes where parting; I was tearing in two. I had to get myself together for my last child still at home. He needed me too. But I felt broken beyond repair. Did I mention that I am a terrible faker?! You could see and feel the despair all over my face.
Your village shrinks, big time, when you find yourself with an estranged child. Everything around you pokes your most tender spots, your triggers. Seemingly normal events are magnified. Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, a church service about parenting, the Prodigal Son as your daily reading, cards in the grocery store, seeing another mother & daughter on an airplane. Every holiday. Let’s not forget social media, and all the ‘perfect’ families. Right?!?! It feels so hard. I felt like a broken record to my now small circle of trusted friends and family. The tears were so close to the surface all the time. I didn’t want to reach out to anyone, or respond to anyone, because I didn’t want anyone asking me about my estranged child. It hurt. I didn’t know what to say, and in the beginning, I vomited too much info if anyone asked me about her. That reminds me…one piece of advice, if you are in the early stages of estrangement, come up with a politically correct response when someone asks about your child, like, “I think she/he is doing fine. I don’t see him/her as much as I would like.” It is honest, but it’s not too much, and hopefully shuts down any further questions. It stings when you are asked about your estranged child. It’s a reminder of what you don’t have and desperately want.
In the waiting, what can you do?
What nice thing are you going to do for yourself today? Take one step today just for you!
With love,
Angela
Hi, I’m Angela, and thank you for being here. Chances are since you are here, you have experienced hurt from divorce, estrangement, or both, much like me. Divorce and estrangement, and a lifelong personal journey of growth and healing has led me to find my purpose in the pain through coaching others through these challenges. Both traumas cut me to my core. At times, the hurt and rejection felt so overwhelming, almost as though they were going to take me down completely and define my life. With help and support from safe trusted people and my faith, I learned that these traumas don’t define me; they are simply part of my story- and, ultimately, they can be used for good.