With mom in hospital, it's hard not to feel discouraged. There are so many decisions to be made, and I can barely cry. My back is constantly sore, I'm exhausted, and at best my personality was prickly to start with. Now I'm a hot mess.
I wonder if others have these "balancing acts", where there's a desire to just crash and burn, but a need to rise to an occasion?
No-one else can make these decisions.
It's sad to come home every day, and see reminders of mom, and where I was trying to do so many things, which will often be discontinued.
