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@Junebug, I agree with everything you and @berlinda said. It didn't make sense to me, even as a kid. Maybe for some it's this great celebration and family time. I count the minutes until the new year. I would be perfectly ok with having only 11 months in a year!!!
@Junebug, if you only knew how many times in the past few weeks, that me saying, 'if wishes were horses'!!! We are totally on the same wave length. Love ya lady... :hug:'s
I heard hopeful words today, too bad I can't see or feel any relevance to myself. Or a directive too late to follow, for me, perhaps. Do I grieve that? . Idk, maybe. It made me cry. But what are tears any good for, anyway. And what's the point of grieving- pointing out the obvious?
Way too much is on my mind, so I'm going to type it out and see if that helps relieve the pressure....
December....the month of many more than usual tug-of-war episodes within my psyche...and it feels like I'm on the losing end of the game this year as things keep getting heavier as the days go by...
today would have been my aunt's 74th born day, had she not taken her own life many years ago by jumping into a river...goes to show you truly just never know
later this month is my dad's born day. he would have been 81 had he not left us back in '95 from a brain tumor the size of a softball, which was initially misdiagnosed 4 months prior to his death as being manic depression...he was in the same hospital on a different floor at the same time as his mom who had a brain aneurysm while having a medical check-up and was being kept alive via life support...she passed not long after he did....and his dad died in his arms of a massive heart attack not too long after my grandma's aneurysm....whew
mom was hospitalized earlier this month and later sent to the nursing home/rehab, again, and chances of her making back out this time appear to be quite slim...and of course, my brain was thinking, oh shit, let this not be a repeat of my dad and grandma's scenario as I rode to the ER in the rescue squad headed to the same hospital she was in with my heart issues
the whole helliday hoopla scene that sickens me to my core in so many ways
the cold dark damp days...because cold hurts my body and the darkness drains my life force
the ride in the ambulance and several day hospital stay in which I feared for my life for hours on end, once again, didn't do much to brighten my outlook
it's been a long time since I've felt this low...not sure I'm up for being repeatedly reminded just how low I can go
just when I think I've got somewhat of a grip on my shit...my shit promptly hits the fan
for as bad as things get, I hope I can remember the flip side of how well they can be...because I hate feeling like not me