Since my last post, I had another mini breakdown/sobfest. Mom sat there and listened to it all. She didn't talk much and I'm assuming it's because she started to cry (I heard her sniffling.) I know this must be really hard on her too, and can only imagine that she feels partly responsible. It's tough for her to see me struggle, this, she's told me numerous times.
Sobfest: over. We played Monopoly, Wii, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. I can't say it was a great night, but it kept me from moping and thinking. And that is a successful one. I needed the mental break.
And now, at 1:00 am, I can barely keep my eyes open. Another day down, another one to face.
Tomorrow, what will you bring me?
"Decide if you’re a Tigger or an Eyeore." Dr. Randy Pausch
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