When the words fly, they are raucous.
My psychiatrist has asked me numerous times how my sister has handled my parents differently than I have?
I don’t see the point in cleaning because I feel so overwhelmed and buried by the chaos.
I am my Mother, but with one major difference. I got help.
It’s been a year since my mother was verbal. It’s been a year since she could use language.
I think in monologues that I want to share.
I cannot control my father’s health.
Don’t overlook the small accomplishments.
I find it hard to overcome inertia, to get up and get out. But when I do so, I benefit.
Sometimes what we see as avoidance can be be reframed as focusing—a healthy behavoir.
Cognitive therapy helped me overcome severe suicidal depression and gave me a skill I still use today.