I can't believe it has been 40 years now. I wonder what his life would have been like now.
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...obviously you had a rank banana hammock novice fit your fur lined jockstrap...I think it's more the fur-lined jock strap that the folks have come to love. I'm so over the craziness of the season. It's not fun anymore. I would enjoy it more but I just don't have them time at work to even breath anymore, and not just at this time of year, it's all of the time. I need to find a new job but now that I have been diagnosed with a hernia I have to stay until I have my operation and recuperate. Wish me luck!
That's just crushing. hugs MaryYes, I was totally out of it when my son died. He was 6 months, 10 days old back in 1974.
Simple tasks ma'am. Wash dishes, do laundry, clean the bathroom. Each task I concentrate on takes me a little further out of my head and keeps me focused on the immediate task at hand. It made me almost OCD about chores, lists, things like that, but I'll take OCD over where I was at any day. On the up note, I keep my wife happy because the house is always clean and the chores are always done. She goes out of her way to tell me thank you and I gladly accept a kiss and a compliment any day, but my constant, never ending routine is as much for my mental health as it is keeping the household going. As long as I'm busy, I know things are alright upstairs. If I start thinking this or that around the house doesn't need to be done or it doesn't matter, I immediately get up and get busy. It's not a perfect solution, but it's worked for several years now so I keep the routine going. Mr. King's books have also worked well in that regard. They allow me to take a vacation from my head and drop into his world for a few hundred pages. Best wishes ma'am.Oh y'all - you always have some wise words and kind hearts to lift me up.
Mantor You're right, evil is very personal - as personal as good. He almost pulled me under. (says the Indigo Girl's song).
pegasus216 - Oh honey, that's the worst, losing a child. It's every parent's fear and you've lived through it. God bless you, baby. I don't think it's something you could ever get over. Way less than that has broken me. You're courageous and strong.
GNTLGNT I'll take that giant hug. The Ogre is doing the best he can with me - sometimes there's just nothing else you can do. How's Tracy? She was very candid here about her struggles. I know she knows what this is like.
ghost19 Thank you elusive friend for coming here to say all that. Good advice. It is hard when I know the bathrooms need to be scrubbed, but I cannot get out of my head long enough to do anything. I'm like: let the mold crawl up the wall, I need to sit and worry about this for a few more hours. And then suddenly weeks have gone by, and I'm still crazy and nothing else has changed.
I don't have exactly your experiences. But there was a period about two years ago when i was very down. Don't know why really. I stp doing stuff, stopped paying the bills, sopped living almost. I ate enough to stay alive and i did neccissities ( but wasahing, cleaning and such things wre not part thereof). After three months i arose, don't know why and discovered that i owed enormous sums of money in every direction. no bills payed in three months! Imagine! Well it is fixed now but then i didn't really care about anything but i was aware of how deep down i was.Do tell, as I think I'm starting to come back to mine. Somehow I've lost nearly a month. It's been a few years since I've gone a bit mad like this. Am I in good company or am I just freaking insane?
...she's still got her daily struggles, but one moment at a time....and the Ogre is just like me I bet...gets frustrated and mad at times-but mostly will bend over and do back-flips for you....Oh y'all - you always have some wise words and kind hearts to lift me up.
Mantor You're right, evil is very personal - as personal as good. He almost pulled me under. (says the Indigo Girl's song).
pegasus216 - Oh honey, that's the worst, losing a child. It's every parent's fear and you've lived through it. God bless you, baby. I don't think it's something you could ever get over. Way less than that has broken me. You're courageous and strong.
GNTLGNT I'll take that giant hug. The Ogre is doing the best he can with me - sometimes there's just nothing else you can do. How's Tracy? She was very candid here about her struggles. I know she knows what this is like.
ghost19 Thank you elusive friend for coming here to say all that. Good advice. It is hard when I know the bathrooms need to be scrubbed, but I cannot get out of my head long enough to do anything. I'm like: let the mold crawl up the wall, I need to sit and worry about this for a few more hours. And then suddenly weeks have gone by, and I'm still crazy and nothing else has changed.
God bless you sweetness. I wish you were right here with me.Girl, let me hold your hand. Then let's get up, fake a smile, and dive into what needs to be done; what you CAN do. You can't change others or live their lives for them, and you can't take their pain (no matter how much you'd like to). We'll listen to old time rock and roll, shriek out the lyrics, and bust out those chores, then we'll have a glass (or a bottle) of wine and a good cry. And then we'll do whatever we can to sleep (meds, if necessary; I repeat a rosary until I bore myself to sleep sometimes), and then we'll get up and do it all over again until the smile feels more real, sleep is easy, and there's sunlight in our souls again.
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Being human is a challenge sometimes.
Sanity is way overrated.
One moment at a time. Quit worrying. It will all unfold as it should and I must relinquish control. God bless the good times, they'll be back soon.