My mum is okay

I have been so incredibly selfish. I could not bear the thought of losing my mum. 

Looking up an old dog bed

I couldn't sleep in these wee hours, and looking up that dog bed on Amazon, it got me thinking, about those years of when there had been hope, though it had not felt like there was, and it got me longing for that time when things had been easier, though they had not felt it, and I'm glad for having come here to write about these thoughts, and other thoughts I've had in recent weeks now.

28th August 2023

It's scary, because I need to "make it".

Phone on airport mode, trying to build mental strength, hope will do so soon

Just a stream-of-consciousness post about my day, trying to help myself make sense of some guilt I'm feeling for knowing I've not done enough to get my life together since my dad passed away and my mum was admitted to hospital.

The only thing right that I ever did

The only thing right That I ever did Was never to have Myself any kids I'll never endure The sound of her cry Or bear guilt to part When time comes to die Won't have to pretend She misunderstood That when she gets hurt It's for her own good Won't strive to redeem That fateful…