Dear Bella:

I understand. I thought about you this morning before you posted.

I know this “dark place”, I think I know what  you mean by it. It is this place of feeling  so very alone. That deathly alone feeling. No matter how  old we are,  how older we get,  we are still these little girls (or boys) needing our mothers, the  mother  we  had or the mother we wished  we had. We  need her to hold us tight against her, to feel that safe, sun-shining-grass-green all good feeling. Nothing feels better than that. If you imagine your mother holding you (you shared how she w as  your comfort), you may feel better. Hold on to that image and that  feeling, tell me how it  feels.

anita