Learning to breath

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.

Lost

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.