My mom might be going on Hospice soon if this round of antibiotics doesn’t take care of her infection (UTI).
Suddenly, I’m thrust out of my own bubble of trying to survive my brain issues and my little family into my mom saying “My life is in your hands.”
That is alot of weight on my shoulders. It is a weight I’ve had for a long time, but that seemed to make it heavier.
I need to be assertive; I make the decisions, no one else; I can and will do this; I am capable and intelligent; my past does not predict my future….
All of these things running through my head. I’m home and dinner is over and cleaned up, but emotionally, I am drained. I could curl up in a ball and sleep for days. I won’t. Tomorrow is more adulting and moving forward.
I got this. I have to have this. It is my mommy.