It has been weeks since I could find my voice again. Deciding to leave my hospital job drowned me in self loathing and defeatism. I could not move either way. I was stuck deep in the quicksand of surrender.It is a lonely, frightening place.
What changed? How have I once again found a way to write my soul? Many little things and nothing. Mom has progressed along her terminal road. My hopes of hanging out and just being with her have simply dissolved. Now I long to sit with the ill and dying for a break from her.
Save me from myself Grimelda.