I have started a gratitude journal to help me regarding my childhood trauma. Father’s Day has always been so hard for me, because the little girl in me longed for my father to want and love me. I dreamed of a father all the cards talked about, and always got so angry reading cards for the occasion. Many times, I left with my heart racing, tears flowing, and no purchased card. Often, it took two or three trips before I made the purchase.
This year, I decided rather than bash my father for what he did to us in the bad times, I was going to list five good memories I have of him that involved me. I have attached my list for you to see. It does not have to be perfectly written. I laughed thinking about the memories. It was actually good therapy. A release of bitterness.