Feeling Sad
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Good news. My son up North has a bed in a small storage room with some wall shelves and a plain full-sized bed...all by itself.
I have never seen such a beautiful bed. Nor, has such a simple bed made me so very happy...
He has not slept in a bed since February while going to school and working 2 jobs.
Hopefully, with sleep he will be a bit less depressed.
He did tell me before, though, that he liked being tired...that way it was more difficult to think about things clearly.
I understand completely. When I first wake up in the morning, I feel a very brief, fleeting feeling of nothing. I really cannot call it joy. It is, rather, the absence of sadness or worry.
Then, sadly, it all comes rushing back.
My youngest son wants to move out. It is time. He is looking at houses. He stayed around the last year to be with me after what happened. He put alarms and cameras up for me.
He told me that he has dated 3 women and all of them lost interest in him when they found out that he still lives with his mother... He is the only one that he knows who still is.
I will not tell him how profoundly lonely I am...or that a part of me is still very afraid to be alone, especially at night.
I realized that I have never been alone in my whole life. I am afraid of sounds...shadows...being in a big house all alone. I think some fear can be attributed to ptsd. Maybe, it is watching too many ghost shows, as well. Maybe it is my flashbacks.
There have been too many changes in my life. I am sad and scared, but I will be strong and try to be positive for my sons. It is wonderful that I can share my secret with you at this site.
Now...If you could just come and live with me...
I am not feeling much like a warrior these days. I do not think that I have a "Roar" left in me.
I read an article from Harvard how Benadryl could cause dementia, so I have stopped taking it. Now, it will be even more difficult to fall asleep.
So much for being well-read!
Yes, I can clearly hear you, my dear friend, Copa. A Chinese crested would be the answer...companionship and a watch dog, of sorts. Yes, the embodiment of perfection.
I really don't know how I am going to handle it.
I will think about it tomorrow. Afterall...tomorrow is another day...
The cameras pan out from the heroine standing on a hill over-looking Tara with...what is that?...The majestic silhouette of a Chinese crested sitting bravely by her side...outlined in the bright sunset. His little tongue protruding from his feverishly panting snout.
The closing music begins...
I have never seen such a beautiful bed. Nor, has such a simple bed made me so very happy...
He has not slept in a bed since February while going to school and working 2 jobs.
Hopefully, with sleep he will be a bit less depressed.
He did tell me before, though, that he liked being tired...that way it was more difficult to think about things clearly.
I understand completely. When I first wake up in the morning, I feel a very brief, fleeting feeling of nothing. I really cannot call it joy. It is, rather, the absence of sadness or worry.
Then, sadly, it all comes rushing back.
My youngest son wants to move out. It is time. He is looking at houses. He stayed around the last year to be with me after what happened. He put alarms and cameras up for me.
He told me that he has dated 3 women and all of them lost interest in him when they found out that he still lives with his mother... He is the only one that he knows who still is.
I will not tell him how profoundly lonely I am...or that a part of me is still very afraid to be alone, especially at night.
I realized that I have never been alone in my whole life. I am afraid of sounds...shadows...being in a big house all alone. I think some fear can be attributed to ptsd. Maybe, it is watching too many ghost shows, as well. Maybe it is my flashbacks.
There have been too many changes in my life. I am sad and scared, but I will be strong and try to be positive for my sons. It is wonderful that I can share my secret with you at this site.
Now...If you could just come and live with me...
I am not feeling much like a warrior these days. I do not think that I have a "Roar" left in me.
I read an article from Harvard how Benadryl could cause dementia, so I have stopped taking it. Now, it will be even more difficult to fall asleep.
So much for being well-read!
Yes, I can clearly hear you, my dear friend, Copa. A Chinese crested would be the answer...companionship and a watch dog, of sorts. Yes, the embodiment of perfection.
I really don't know how I am going to handle it.
I will think about it tomorrow. Afterall...tomorrow is another day...
The cameras pan out from the heroine standing on a hill over-looking Tara with...what is that?...The majestic silhouette of a Chinese crested sitting bravely by her side...outlined in the bright sunset. His little tongue protruding from his feverishly panting snout.
The closing music begins...
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