I’ve come to realise throughout this long dementia journey that we’ve all had to face such complex emotions and it’s caused me to doubt myself and question my ability to live normally
Dementia is such a nasty, cruel, unrelenting and bizarre illness. It causes me to think I’ve got it pinned down one moment and I’m just about coping and the next it breaks my heart and I’m all at sea.
There’s no resolution to it. We can’t mourn properly because they’re still here and no communication so there’s no relationship. Would it be better if Bridget just passed away soon? But probably she’ll linger on and drift away. I never thought I would have to face this, as if I’d be immune from the grief others were experiencing. How stupid to think that way.
Dementia is such a nasty, cruel, unrelenting and bizarre illness. It causes me to think I’ve got it pinned down one moment and I’m just about coping and the next it breaks my heart and I’m all at sea.
There’s no resolution to it. We can’t mourn properly because they’re still here and no communication so there’s no relationship. Would it be better if Bridget just passed away soon? But probably she’ll linger on and drift away. I never thought I would have to face this, as if I’d be immune from the grief others were experiencing. How stupid to think that way.