Letter 2. June 29, 2026
To my Dear Brother,
Our parents are visiting my home this weekend. They are leaving today.
Please pray for me. I'm hiding in my room because I cannot stop crying from the anger and wrath I feel when my children disobey me.
I keep wondering why God placed such hardship on my life. As we were talking about the seeming patterns of autism in our family (which is now very apparent that many of us may be, what with the high intelligence and terrible tempers) following my AuDHD diagnosis, Mom told me she remembered I didn't talk until I was 2 (another possible sign of autism).
I wondered if that was in part due to being born prematurely by 2 months. My therapist said at birth premature children already live their life fighting for survival. And then the decade of trauma I endured and hid during my childhood. It is all haunting me now as a mother. I feel so much rage and helplessness. I just want to be the kind, loving and patient mother that I see everyone else as, but I can't even simply be kind because I never knew kindness growing up from the people who cared for me and from myself, I learned to be cruel and hard to myself because of that.
Why does God cause his children to suffer if he loves us so much?
And here I am unable to be with my children.
Your youngest nephew just turned 3. He reminds me of you with his sparkling eyes and never-ending smiles. He ran to my room because he heard me sneezing. He pulled a tissue out for me and gave it to me because he saw me crying and he gave me a hug. Then he ran off to play. It's time like these when a child's kindness - this child God blessed me with - makes me feel so undeserving of God's love. Because why me? Where my life in recent years since your passing has been so good, but somehow darkness tries to take it all away.
I need to be strong. I need help. I need your prayers. Pray for me as I live through these daily crosses and hardships that God places on me. Perhaps he allowed all this to happen to me because he knows I can handle it. But I'm at a point where I'm starting to lose hope more often than I can handle.
May you be with the angels and saints, along with my children's godfather who passed away last week. I know God is outside of time and space, so it may be that you and their godfather are already in Heaven since we cannot compare time on Earth as they are not the same.
I've dried my tears and need a few moments before I can return to my children. Please pray for me, my family and that God may always send his angels to protect us.















