I think the social workers think I make you up. But I told you how they're idiots, right?
Willow ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Aw, thanks, Scrappy.
No, erika, we are total delusional fantasies. Isn't your brain AWESOME?!
What if we are all the delusional fantasies of a mad scientist?
If I'm made up in your head, erika, why didn't you make me hotter?
Maria, everyone's been so wise. I just want to offer hugs, and a single piece of practical advice. Whenever you can, relinquish the caretaker role. Let someone else be strong for the others, at least just for a little while. Give yourself permission to just--let go of the responsibility for others' wellbeing. Someone else--cousin, sister, son, will step forward to shoulder that need while you're off-duty. And it will be seamless.
Collectively, you support each other. Individually, you permit others the honor of supporting you.
And yes, this community is what saved me. Twice. Lean on us. We're here.
I agree. Buffistas have saved my sanity too many times for me to tell of it.
Collectively, you support each other. Individually, you permit others the honor of supporting you.
If I still cross-stitched, I'd totally put this on a sampler.
Given that it's the Buffistas, better, perhaps, to just have it embroidered on corsets.
Maria, you are in my thoughts. I've been there far too recently, though I suspect I had more of an emotional remove. If you do need to run away for a bit, you know where I am. And I'll do my best you have that breathing space so that you can go home again.
{{{{{Maria}}}}}}}
I wish I knew what else to say, other than I will be keeping you and your family in my thoughts.
I'm scared that if I can't bear this pain now and it's just my uncle, what's going to happen when it's my father, or mother, or sister, or husband? I will break, and I won't be able to put myself together again.
Several other, wise people said very smart things. I'll also add, in all seriousness, that sometimes drugs help, too. I got through my dad's last days and the following ceremonies and organization and whatnot with the help of friends, family, screaming into a pillow, and Xanax. While not everyone needs all of these, I think each can have a place. Drugs didn't stop me from feeling, but they helped me keep it together while I needed to do other things, and then fall apart in a safe, private place.
I am sorry about your uncle's prognosis.