I have a difficult time making some decisions.
Will I go out or stay in?
Will I shower or just run out the door?
Do the file holders go on the left or right side of my computer on my desk?
Kate and I create a world of stress for one another. My daughter Kate and I her mother Margaret we create a lot of stress for one another. We stress each other out. A mother and daughter both PTSD. I feel sad all the time Mom. I feel sad all the time too. We misunderstand each other a lot. And that makes each of us feel lonely. My experience will always be my own, Kate's experience will always be her own, and we will never completely understand each other's trauma experiences. I get sad and angry at small things. I often misread a situation.
Kate has just through a hell of a time in her life. She is in a committed relationship. A very loving one, nurturing. She and Jane plan to marry. The intense feelings of love and the setting up of a life and a household pulled the floor out from under the pretending to be ok. I am honestly most impressed with her hard work and progress. She is trying so hard.
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