Tryin’ But Ain’t Firin’

Hey, y’all. I’ve been trying to come up with something to write. I’m sorry. I just don’t have it in me. I’m tired. I just don’t have anything to say.

I woke this morning, mouth bleeding, because I had bitten my tongue in three places. I’m in extraordinary pain in hips, knees and back.

My son had a rough, emotional day, and when you have two Bipolars living together, that can be tricky. By his biological father and bullies/staff at school, for so long he was like a puppet with someone else pulling his strings. I’m so glad he finally cut those ties.

“What Happens When Someone With Bipolar Is A Caretaker For Two?” Coming soon to a screen near you.

Anyway, I’m tired. I know things will turn around. But damn. Hurry up. 😜✌

 

2 thoughts on “Tryin’ But Ain’t Firin’

  1. I don’t know how you do it. Being an off site caretaker for my mom about did me in. For you taking care of mom in your house must be nearly impossible ! I live alone and I barely manage

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    1. It’s challenging, yes. Harder still is the days when I’m stable and my son is severely anxious or depressed because it bleeds over onto the ones we love and because anything that causes your child to suffer hurts you.

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