Mother

I woke up this morning very sad. Thinking of the recent changes with my mother. She has always been difficult, but she has never disowned me. Being that she lives with me it makes it extra difficult. I’ve been supporting her for over 20 years. Today, this morning we have our first meeting with a social worker. We’re going to get her into a home. She wants nothing to do with me. She never wants to see me again. It hurts so much.

Starting journaling again

 My entire childhood, I kept it written down. Then through much of my younger adulthood, I’ll keep a journal online. However, sometimes life just moves too fast to be able to keep track. And then the desire to not make things public, or want to relive also coming to play. However, it is my desire to start journaling again. So this is  my beginning.