Take care Katy. Life can be tough and looking after people and running around adds to this. One thing I feel about getting older is that along with all the added responsibilities, I understand my needs a bit better and know that the writing and reading and walking is really important for my mental and physical health.
Hard relate Katy. Thank you. In some strange way reading your honest raw piece has calmed me a little. Finding myself in and out of trauma alleys and overwhelm forests, finding even the ‘ nice’ things giving me anxiety yet moments of deep beauty and love. Life is not an either/or situation.
Entirely relatable. I'm not that far removed from hands on caregiving for my mother. Finding I'm needing to keep a slightly closer eyes on my husband these days. See you in the trenches. ❤
The work *is* hard. Shuttling between two places *is* hard and leaves one feeling unmoored. Trying to make sure all things get done *is* hard. I hear you, I see you.
Read it, deeply understood, now sending unsolicited hugs, and shoving bananas up your nose to lure the brain monkey weasel bastards out. Glad you’re trying your best to look after yourself while being there for everyone else. x
I’ve recently moved my elderly London neighbour London into a care home in Hove as she has dementia and no family or friends. The direct effect of that is I am now reliving my own mom’s death from Alzheimers that I went through aged 26 and assumed incorrectly I was healed from 🫠🫣
Take care Katy. Life can be tough and looking after people and running around adds to this. One thing I feel about getting older is that along with all the added responsibilities, I understand my needs a bit better and know that the writing and reading and walking is really important for my mental and physical health.
Yes, for me too, although at the moment the walking bit is taking a hit and I'm trying not to be too mean to myself about it. xx
Be gentle. X
Hard relate Katy. Thank you. In some strange way reading your honest raw piece has calmed me a little. Finding myself in and out of trauma alleys and overwhelm forests, finding even the ‘ nice’ things giving me anxiety yet moments of deep beauty and love. Life is not an either/or situation.
Thank you. I'm glad it helped. xx
I hear you lovie . X
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Entirely relatable. I'm not that far removed from hands on caregiving for my mother. Finding I'm needing to keep a slightly closer eyes on my husband these days. See you in the trenches. ❤
Bring your tin hat. xx
I see you. I hear you.
Thank you. xx
Thank you for detailing your thoughts, I can identify with every emotion.
Thank you. xx
Read and appreciated 💜
Thank you. x
thank you for trusting us to witness. sending an abundance of hugs. may our wee bits of kindness ease in some small way your exhaustion.
Thank you. xx
The work *is* hard. Shuttling between two places *is* hard and leaves one feeling unmoored. Trying to make sure all things get done *is* hard. I hear you, I see you.
I also think we share the same brain monkeys.
I'm sorry we are both plagued by the monkeys. xx
Read it, deeply understood, now sending unsolicited hugs, and shoving bananas up your nose to lure the brain monkey weasel bastards out. Glad you’re trying your best to look after yourself while being there for everyone else. x
Everyone needs a nasal banana from time to time! x
Sending ♥️♥️♥️
Thank you. xx
Witnessed.
Thank you. x
I see you!
Thank you. x
❤️
xx
Sending love ❤️❤️❤️ I hear you on being tired!
I’ve recently moved my elderly London neighbour London into a care home in Hove as she has dementia and no family or friends. The direct effect of that is I am now reliving my own mom’s death from Alzheimers that I went through aged 26 and assumed incorrectly I was healed from 🫠🫣
Isnt life just one big beautiful mess
Double mention of London to be ignored ^^
Got it! Thank you. xx