On one level, I've been feeling much better lately. I don't feel depressed as often and my anxiety is completely under control.
Then there is the other level. Life is hard right now. I want so badly to go off by myself and cry.
Mom's memory is getting worse. I have to explain Dad's health issues to her over and over again. I have to remind her to not feed the cats at night. She forgets something that I've told her not more that 10 minutes before. It breaks my heart to have to go through this with her.
I don't even know where to start when it comes to Dad's health. We don't have the full picture yet, but the things they're checking on scare me. He's my daddy and I don't want him to be sick.
We're still struggling financially even though Lee is back to work. I know we have more than many people do, but I hate worrying about the bills all the time.
None of this is out of the ordinary and there are certainly other people out there dealing with the same stuff-or worse! Still, I can't help but wish I could have a break. Just a breather, some time without someone needing something from me.
Until that time comes, I'll just have to keep going.