I love my family.
My family loves me.
I think.
The old me, anyway.
Sucks for me as I am no longer her. I’ve tried to br her. For them. Not me. I have moved on from her. From THAT me. THIS me is unsettled. This me is unsettling.
This me can no longer fake it til I make it. This me can no longer hide her fatigue. This me is feeling 55 years worth of tired/exhaustion I don’t know what to do with.
Hurry! That’s what I tell my exhausted heart. I need to find another job so I can pay the bills. The worker bee in me has gone on strike. Crapola!
I no longer know HOW to do the pretend dance we have all been taught to dance. Everything is NOT alright. Mom is gone. My job is gone. Don’t even get me started on the weather event that tore up the yard.
I love my family.
I don’t know if my family will/can love THIS me. This me is terribly wounded right now. I’m trying to hurry and heal. I need to be able to do the dance we have all been taught to do.
Be encouraged. As you change, your family WILL love you. I think…lol. We shall be alright. It doesn’t have to be today…
hopeful sort of,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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