I was feeling so down, unable to face another day, week or month of this. Wondered what was the point and that my life wasn't worth living. Then I read some of the posts on here and realised again that so many of you are dealing with so much more than I am and as my OH is still half here I should treasure the good bits and try to ignore the bad bits. So I gave myself a good talking to. It's just that when ever I am happy about something something happens to send me crashing down again, almost as if I am not allowed to be happy. I know I sound sorry for myself, and I am sorry to winge but this is the only place I know where I can say what is going on in my head.
Please don't apologise, and it's not having a whinge, it's telling it how it is. And why shouldn't carers feel sorry for themselves? Heavens knows, I could cheerfully have strangled people who told me of their holiday plans, adding "
we need a break" or "
we owe it to ourselves - didn't the think I needed one too?
I used to drown in self pity, when the most exciting thing in my life was when the grocery shopping was delivered, and I could have a brief conversation with the delivery driver, as to where to leave the shopping and whether it was warm, for the time of the year, or not. I welcomed cold callers on the phone.
No, definitely not a whinge, Sweetie, and I'm sending a huge cyber bottle of your favourite tipple, and chocolate of course.