A friend came back from visiting her children in a neighboring country up north. While everything is going well with her kids and her ex-husband has stopped his nonsense, she was still down in the dumps the first two days she hit home.
From what she described, I see that she was like the CD that went round and round, somehow the needle could not find the groove to play the songs. She has found her niche back in her birth country. Her business is going well. Yet for the first forty eight hours, she could not sleep. She took the car out for a spin but feared for her life as she was speeding dangerously. To relax enough to go to sleep, she bought a couple of beer to drink until she was tipsy. That, too, is not a good solution.
For my two cents' worth of possible explanation, I think it is traumatic to revisit her place of terrible memories. It may be a very good country for others to visit, but for her that country is for ever associated with her past. Her physical abuse was over for years, her mental torture ended the day she walked out. Yet the deep wounds and scars are back to haunt her many years later.
Until God heals her of the unseen wounds, she simply needs support after each time she visits her off-springs. She does not like to depend on others, yet what are friends for? It is a good thing she has many friends to go round. Thank God for the gift of supportive friends!
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