Living with trauma

I was raised that you didn’t need anyone hut God’s help. And don’t get me wrong I believe that God has given me strength to handle the unfathomable but I do think he puts people in our lives we can talk to. I was lucky he gave me a sister I could always rely on. I do feel enormous guilt because I know she suffers from my trauma too. She seen me struggle with my faith, my happiness, everything. But I am so thankful because she was my rock. Being so young and pregnant when my late husband was diagnosed with a rare cancer and a 30 percent chance he’d even be able to be there for the birth of our son was a harsh reality when we were looking forward to our first baby. But to top it off cancer is so ugly, it was horrific the pain, fear, saddness,and Uncertainty, our future was full of many horrors, our lowest lows but also our highest highs. The biggest truth is cancer sucks, Fuck cancer.