I heard about this Asian proverb; that later says the rest are cowards.
I am not making drastic changes, by now you know I am a good old classic chicken. I am all talks and no actions….
No OD planned- partially unachievable given the circumstances. Also, it never works because I am never too serious about it….
I just want to close my eyes and find everything the way it should be. But we cannot have everything… Sacrifices are made. Pricey and painful yet essential. Tears are shed, big hugs, promises that are hard to keep. Burn out; how many can one have? Ho many can the family survive?
A chicken; back to the clinic. Dinner check, medication check, last smoke of the day check. Now waiting for the stuff that sends me to Lalaland, which is unfortunately after a whole 45 minutes. Long time it is when looking for more numbness.
Am supposed to have 24 hours plus out of the clinic tomorrow. Bipolar, I cannot decide… good for me? Bad for them? The opposite? More pressure I am sure on the family. In french they say “on fait aller”; one day at a time.
I miss everyone; but maybe seeing them would do us all no good…
Am off the grid