Lately, i've noticed that i'm traveling into a slow spiral of despondency. The cause of which is a realization that I came too a few years ago, that I try to forget about - and when I do think about it, it only further serves to push me further down the spiral of abject hopelessness
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It is depressing as hell.
Here I am, a 33-year old, and I cannot and do not want to think about the days when my parents are gone. I have no idea how I would function without them. I talk to my mom and dad every single day. Without fail. I have for ten years.
I suppose, this cycle, and being on the ledge waiting for it to begin crumbling, is what make old people bitter.
And at the same time, I may beneath the earth before them. Who knows what God has planned.
All I can tell you is when the time comes none of us will ever be prepared. Parenthood is oddly like that. You never think you'll be ready to be a parent, then suddenly you are one. You adjust and be the parent your child needs (or at least I hope you do).
I dunno babe. It's a tough one.
I don't think there are answers to it either.
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