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		By: Rebekah Brown		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://cptsdfoundation.org/2022/12/23/tidings-of-comfort-how-to-survive-the-holidays-series/#comment-17647&quot;&gt;Elizabeth Woods&lt;/a&gt;.

Dear Elizabeth
Thank you so much for reading my blog and for taking the time to comment. It is so hard, isn&#039;t it? I&#039;ve just finished a wonderful Christmas Day and now that the house is dark and quiet a little of the old sadness bubbles up. The greatest gift we can give our kids is to continue. Every Christmas we continue to try and give them what we did not have is a gift. Every time we continue on with life, continue working on healing trauma, is also a gift to them and to the world if we don&#039;t have children. I wish my parents had tried.  It would have changed everything. On the days we don&#039;t feel we can continue, wait, rest, be kind to ourselves. Thank you again for commenting. You have no idea how much it encourages me.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://cptsdfoundation.org/2022/12/23/tidings-of-comfort-how-to-survive-the-holidays-series/#comment-17647">Elizabeth Woods</a>.</p>
<p>Dear Elizabeth<br />
Thank you so much for reading my blog and for taking the time to comment. It is so hard, isn&#8217;t it? I&#8217;ve just finished a wonderful Christmas Day and now that the house is dark and quiet a little of the old sadness bubbles up. The greatest gift we can give our kids is to continue. Every Christmas we continue to try and give them what we did not have is a gift. Every time we continue on with life, continue working on healing trauma, is also a gift to them and to the world if we don&#8217;t have children. I wish my parents had tried.  It would have changed everything. On the days we don&#8217;t feel we can continue, wait, rest, be kind to ourselves. Thank you again for commenting. You have no idea how much it encourages me.</p>
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		By: Elizabeth Woods		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2022 00:21:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you Rebekah for this post. Merry Christmas to you and your family.
I was the same as you in my younger years. Rejected by family and pacing the streets, parks and beaches longing for somewhere to belong. I too looked in on those big houses wishing I had family who wanted me without the pain and hurt. 

I welcome those cookies and hot chocolate like a soothing balm over my tired soul. Tired of searching to feel that peace of belonging. I have found it for my kids but will I ever truly find it for my troubled soul?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Rebekah for this post. Merry Christmas to you and your family.<br />
I was the same as you in my younger years. Rejected by family and pacing the streets, parks and beaches longing for somewhere to belong. I too looked in on those big houses wishing I had family who wanted me without the pain and hurt. </p>
<p>I welcome those cookies and hot chocolate like a soothing balm over my tired soul. Tired of searching to feel that peace of belonging. I have found it for my kids but will I ever truly find it for my troubled soul?</p>
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