In a completely unrelated topic:
My gallon bottle of distilled water has an expiration date.
'Destiny'
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In a completely unrelated topic:
My gallon bottle of distilled water has an expiration date.
But what if I actually do run away? It's not outside the realm of possibility. Then I'm not only weak, but a disappointment.
To be perfectly honest, the urge is as strong as it's ever been. There's too much stuff over the last year that's built up and severely damaged my ability to cope.
God, I can't believe I'm admitting this. I'm sorry to dump all over you.
Maria, I'm so sorry about your uncle. As for strength, everyone else has said it. {{{Maria}}}
In related news, remember that friend I have who's dying of brain cancer? His girlfriend called the San Francisco Chronicle to cancel his newspaper subscription. You know, because he's dying.
They asked if she wanted to put it on hold for when he gets better.
headTARDIS
(In their defense, she says there was somewhat of a language barrier. But still.)
We're here to be dumped on!
Maria, I don't think I could say it any better than everyone else has.
Oy, P-C.
They asked if she wanted to put it on hold for when he gets better.
I can't tell you with how much rage this fills me. The stupid burns.
But what if I actually do run away? It's not outside the realm of possibility. Then I'm not only weak, but a disappointment.
Dude, not if it's what you need to refill the well and gather your strength. Ain't no shame in that.
As for being dumped on, pfft-- as DJ said, that's what we're here for.
We're all wearing dumping hats.
Strong isn't how you feel--strong is what you DO.
It's been said many times, Scrappy is wise.
The situations are completely different, but I have to say that the thing (besides staying alive) that was hardest for me when I was so sick last year, was people causing themselves to suffer on my behalf because they 'should.'
Given how much you love your uncle, Maria, I can only think he loves you as much. I wonder if he might want you to remember him the way you want to remember him.
We're all wearing dumping hats.
My dumping hat is currently at a jaunty angle, ready for service.
Sometimes, and you have to decide if it works , running away or curling up in a ball for a named period of time helps. I sometimes give myself 24 hours to wallow. Usually I feel able to deal with things better after doing so. That is grieving