I just tried to comfort my father while he cried that he just wanted everything to go back to normal, knowing he has only months to live.
This is on top of still getting used to recently becoming severely physically disabled.
And the person I’d talk to about all this, go to for comfort, is dead. I’m still horrified by how I found her.
Of course let’s not forget that I already had ptsd and bipolar disorder before any of this happened.
I’m trying to remain strong, or at least act that way, because the last thing anyone needs right now is me adding to their stress. I’ll be damned if my dad’s last months are about me. But I’m pretty much at my limit. All I do anymore is smoke weed and watch TV and try to distract myself from what my life has become.
I’m tired and I want to be done with it all.
This is on top of still getting used to recently becoming severely physically disabled.
And the person I’d talk to about all this, go to for comfort, is dead. I’m still horrified by how I found her.
Of course let’s not forget that I already had ptsd and bipolar disorder before any of this happened.
I’m trying to remain strong, or at least act that way, because the last thing anyone needs right now is me adding to their stress. I’ll be damned if my dad’s last months are about me. But I’m pretty much at my limit. All I do anymore is smoke weed and watch TV and try to distract myself from what my life has become.
I’m tired and I want to be done with it all.
