I feel stuck. I'm literally 'stuck' in many ways, but I don't usually FEEL it. I'm having some rare alone time. I'm my parents caretaker, and they went out together, so here I am. At 77 & 80, they are starting to really talk. Sad, that mom has dementia, and his health is not good. But, if there is a chance that they can come to a comfortable companionship, it would be good for us all. They've never fought, but there is SO much silence between them.
More difficult days are ahead due to their ages, but I'm working on staying in the present. Difficult to say the least.
Very strange mood. I was blessed to be on the phone with a dear friend when the panic attack hit. I'm am accustomed to crying alone, and it was much less intense than it would have been otherwise. Thank heaven for special friends who can listen to my tears, then hold them in their heart. Listening...what a gift!