I just returned from a vacation in Maine with my family, my dad and my stepmom. It was an amazingly beautiful place. It was also a very emotional trip for me because my dad and mom (who died of cancer when I was 15) started their young married life there. He was a professor at the University of Maine in Orono. I found myself overwhelmed by the history and the connection I made with the physical space. I prayed every day that my anxiety and panic would not hinder the experience. My prayers were heard. However, as soon as our plane landed at Hartsfield Airport, it came on with a vengance! Has this ever happened to anyone? I found myself crying uncontrollably in the car on the drive home from the airport because I had done so well and then it came crashing back in. I'm confused, sad and frustrated...could use a little lift. Thanks.
septembergirl