After my youngest left, my mother came over since my partner was out of state attending a funeral. She followed me around the house as I raged and cried.
When I am upset I have lots of energy and I was rage cleaning. She kept tabs on me and finished any delicate or time consuming tasks that I was not in the right mind to do. It is a great time to scrub out the tub or the kitchen sink. When I would just blank out and stare listlessly at the walls, she would continue whatever project I had started and let me work myself through it.
My mom kept me company for two days and two nights. She made sure I ate and let me vent all my feelings.
It was a very hard thing to go through especially alone. She dropped everything she was doing to be with me. It meant a lot and allowed me to not self-destruct. She even held all her criticism and commentary until after that weekend. It was what I needed, a moment to feel what I felt without having to worry about anybody else’s feelings.
Mother of Trauma 
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