I write with butterflies in my stomach thinking about clearing my parents house in a few days time.
I have noticed, however, over the years/months since my parents became ill that more often than not (but not always) the anticipation of dreaded events is much worse then the arrival of them. Maybe I over-think things (no maybe about it ...) but finally doing something I've been absolutely dreading is not always as bad as I think it'll be.
Does anyone else find this?
I have noticed, however, over the years/months since my parents became ill that more often than not (but not always) the anticipation of dreaded events is much worse then the arrival of them. Maybe I over-think things (no maybe about it ...) but finally doing something I've been absolutely dreading is not always as bad as I think it'll be.
Does anyone else find this?