Well, it feels like I have lived through a shit storm of one more things over the past few weeks.
Each time I weathered the storm, I thought, well, maybe I am stronger than I think.
And then I ended up in the hospital with my mom, and the camel's back really needed shoring up.
When my mom started taking off all her jewelry so I could take it home, and she got into the hospital bed, she suddenly looked like a small woman I barely recognized. Luckily, by the next afternoon when she talked them into letting her out, she jumped out of the bed, with the spring in her step I am used to seeing.
I don't think I have ever felt so close to a nervous breakdown as I did over the past three days.
Sign on GG Bridge |
I just kept going. I took care of my mom and my dad and got my work for money done, for two jobs. I didn't get to my own work, not surprisingly.
I am just hoping to not to get sick and therefore even farther behind than I already am. But, honestly, I am also feeling like I just need to sit down, bury my head in my hands and cry until I can't anymore.
I am almost convinced that it would make me feel better -- almost -- the other part of me is convinced that there will never be an end.
Mom and Dad |
I have learned that when it rains, it definitely pours; that there is no way to stop the deluge; that we have no control -- no control over any of this.
Again |
And, I am learning how far my back will bend ... maybe from this, I will also learn when it is okay to let the twigs snap. It might be we need to prune the twigs off in order to get some regeneration.
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