Friday, June 19, 2015
Somehow I get myself in a pickle, over and over and over. You'd think I'd have figured out by now that I'm not responsible for saving anyone and that I'm powerless to change anything but me. Nevertheless, I find myself running as fast as I can to pick up the pieces for those around me, so their life is nicer and smoother. In the process I give up my time, money, and sanity. THEN, I get resentful.
I'm feeling a bit lost the past few days. My Mom's memory is taking some sever hits and her short term memory is really really short - like gone in an instant. As she loses her autonomy I am losing my history and being forced to step up. I feel more like stepping out and away. I want to run.
I need a familiar.