Thought hospitalization would
help fix something, anything.
I never got there. I called
for help, but this is the time
of year when everyone has
parents in hospice or recently
died or are terminally ill.
I am not that sick, therefore
I am not a priority.
Suck it up sweetheart
and try to put one foot
in front of the other.
The pills they prescribe
can save a life
when it feels that bleak.
One unconscious night may not save me,
but I feel that is all I can spare in
case of an emergency with Girlie.
Put on my oxygen mask before putting on
Girlie’s was the best advice I got this week
from a life long friend. By the time the trauma
ends, I can unfasten her seatbelt, she cannot.
Also, I cannot make an adult act like an adult
when they want to throw a temper tantrum or
remain passive. I can make my opinion known but that
is another blog, for another day, hopefully with warm sunshine.
Vague and not very specific
but it relates to everything
I have written about recently;
steel, education, custody,
being called a bad parent,
for poor/mentally ill people,
ex relative and ex friends.