04-13-23 Are you there, God? It’s me, Marnée
There comes a point in a day, a week, a month, even a year in time when enough is enough. Compartmentalizing your own pain, that of those you love and even that of those you don’t becomes so overwhelming that you can just stop feeling. Life becomes one foot in front of the other, one second at a time, one confused mess of feels.
I did the taxes for my friend who died last September, got a call from someone dear to me in tears from the way another disrespected her, and then sat with Mom as the Dr told her she has Cancer. And that was just today.
I can mourn the loss of my friend, listen and console the loved one, stand beside Mom as we put it aside and await the specialists. What I can’t seem to do at the moment is feel anything but exhausted. And yet I can’t sleep. I want someone to hold me and tell me I am doing the right things, that all will be ok, to remind me I am strong and capable and this too shall pass. I Just want some joy without responsibility.
Is that too much to ask?
triumphgal 
Whoa. That was a tough day. I am sorry to read about your Mom’s prognosis. I remember the day I was told my dad had prostate cancer. I had so many questions! I was sad and angry and confused. He did fight it and beat cancer.
You are strong, capable and will get through this!
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