Jillann - I appreciate hearing about your own similar struggle. You've got the added stress of dealing with the decline of your mom's mental functioning which I would guess is pretty disconcerting and sad. That has it's own kind of grief.
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I've brought so much of her stuff back to my house that now my house is overrun with stuff and feels cluttered and messy. It is hard sorting through the remains of a life. It makes me wonder who will do this for me one day.
Yes, yes, and yes.
Thanks (((Jillann))) - you are in my heart as well.
AG - Grief IS exhausting. I'm finding myself napping more - resting the body which suffers its own toll - and also resting the mind and heart which gets whipped like the winds of these spring tornadoes.
As for T, yesterday we talked about my need for support outside of session (particularly now) and some glitches that have created some anxiety for me. I do trust her compassion and support, in general. We just need to get some things worked out. I hope we can, because they are pretty critical to me. Deal breakers? I don't know. I don't want them to be, because T has so much to offer. After what went down with oldT, my T relationship needs to be rock solid. I always chose to talk about that (when I'm concerned about something) before any other stuff that's going on. I'm finally at the point where I'm going to talk about anything that comes up between me and T. If we aren't aligned, everything else gets skewed - and what's the point of doing therapy like that?
Anyway... your reminder to take things a day at a time is an important one. Thanks for taking the time to comment, AG. I know you've got your own stuff going on.
sapphire-blue - thanks for hugs - always needed
Rebuilding Me - Thanks for thinking of me. We've had a lot of bad weather here and a tornado touched down about 20 miles from my home, so the day is still cloudy. But I know what you mean. I skipped Zumba this morning because I needed the rest as well as time to get some things done at MY house. So, maybe that's a bit of brightness since I've given myself a little space this morning for me.
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I finally spoke with my sister today - who is a blissful 900 miles away - and let her know about all the work I've been doing at Mom's house, plus my thoughts about the work we might do to get the house ready to sell. It's tough being the oldest kid. And the local kid. Buckets full of responsibility.
Yesterday I remembered that the basement at Mom's has a couple of places where water seeps in when there's a heavy rain. So that meant I had to go over to check. (Who else is there?) Sure enough, there was a puddle on the floor. The shop vac was full of dry debris, so first I had to clean that out. Then I had to dismantle a computer because I needed to move the desk it was on. And move another desk, chair, file cabinet and love seat in order to get a look at what was going on.
Yesterday was going to be the first day I would skip going to the house in three weeks. Then I remembered about the water, so I had to go there. It was a painful reminder of when my mother was in the hospital and I was finally going to take a day off from driving the 2-hr round trip to visit her. Supposedly she was improving. But that was the day the hospital called to say we needed to come. And we took her off life-support. So much for trying to take a day off. Life presses on at Mach 1.
I am weary. Waves of sadness and grief wash over me, sometimes out of the blue. When my mother died two years ago, I was in such shock. I could not wrap my head around it. I think I stayed in shock for that first year. It's just now, faced with the task of sorting through her possessions, that I am finally experiencing the fourth stage of the grief process - depression. Maybe one day I will get to the final stage - acceptance. I didn't realize how multi-layered it would be, nor that it would take so long.
-RT