Life bites.
I want to talk to someone about what's going on in my life, but it's so hard to just pick up the phone, dial a number, and say, "So, my dad fell and broke his hip. A week ago my 93-year-old grandmother did the same thing. She was recovering, but now she has been readmitted to the hospital where she is suffering a-fib and recovering from a blood clot to the lungs; she's likely to die soon, and all I can worry about is how my father who has been striving to recover from hip surgery like her will handle the news of her passing. I'm deathly afraid he's just going to give up on life."
How do you even say something like that to someone?
How can people juggle jobs, care for loved ones--both injured and worried--, keep self-destructing siblings from having meltdowns, care for three very sad dogs, and cope with dying family members all while maintaining a home for a family to return to when everything is over?
It's so hard.
I hate being an adult, and I'm so, so lonely right now.
I just want to talk to someone close to me, but few people I know are mature enough to understand anything I have to say about all of this. I've only spoken with one person due to this very fact, and I love her with all my heart for listening to me. You know who you are should you read this. Thank you.
How do you even say something like that to someone?
How can people juggle jobs, care for loved ones--both injured and worried--, keep self-destructing siblings from having meltdowns, care for three very sad dogs, and cope with dying family members all while maintaining a home for a family to return to when everything is over?
It's so hard.
I hate being an adult, and I'm so, so lonely right now.
I just want to talk to someone close to me, but few people I know are mature enough to understand anything I have to say about all of this. I've only spoken with one person due to this very fact, and I love her with all my heart for listening to me. You know who you are should you read this. Thank you.