I just knew if I stood on the track, a train would come. Always does.
I've spent way too much time the past 2 months with my mother and sister - along with that came the possibility of communication from other siblings.
Work has been difficult the same 2 months because of the obsessive coworker. She is making me nuts!!
I haven't spoken with my youngest daughter - they are busy and her husband is still a bit cross-wise over me getting mad at their dog for attacking mine.
My older daughter still isn't communicating much. She called last week in tears, but wouldn't tell me why. I tried not to pry too much, but the call left me itching with worry for her. After the call, which was so very short, I began to feel as if I was standing on train tracks leaning forward looking for her and worrying about her and wondering if she is okay.
Instead of prayed for answers, a train came along and smacked me flat. Today, I spent 2 hours with my therapist. I haven't been to see him in awhile and I'd almost forgotten how just the sound of his voice can calm me - and sooth the open wounds from the train hit.
I had gotten overwhelmed trying to deal with my mother - who rarely, if ever, acknowledges my oldest daughter and her children. I always leave Mom feeling beat up and hurt. I don't have a close friend so I have no one to share all this with and it sort of snuck up on me - you know, the train.