If something happens to your son, your thoughts about not having him in your life is what your terror is. It's not about his life.
The world isn't what I've believed it to be, and I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.
Lack of understanding is always painful.
I didn't fight or shame my thoughts, I questioned them, and they stopped shaming me.
Who would you be if you didn't believe this lie?
If I want something, I go get it. Anything that I believe will stop me, I question.