LETTING GO

I have never asked the question, “why me”? All of us have something, or someone who has something. I’m not better or more special than anybody on this planet. CBD  is my “something”.

And sometimes I HATE IT!!!

I watch people moving about and marvel at how the human body works. It functions on it’s own, making movements look so simple; yet I can’t walk on my own. As I sit by the fire in the campground, I’m getting chilly. I remember a time when I would just get up, take the stairs into the trailer, change into warmer clothes, and get down the stairs, and plop myself down in my chair. Not any more…

It’s tough to lose your INDEPENDENCE!

I REALLY HATE THIS!

Sometimes I cry. I urge all of you to cry; even all you caregivers! Feel sorry for your self. Cry a bucket of tears. Cry all day if you need to. We were designed to cry for a reason. I like the phrase, “Crying comes from the heart, not from the brain”.

CRYING IS CLEANSING…

I always feel better after a good cry. It alleviates all that pent-up frustration. Then I get myself together and carry on!

I don’t cry as much as I did in the beginning. I think I have come to the realization that I’m not in control in this predicament.

Letting go of control takes some time and a considerable amount of your patience. You lose power. Some other person is the manager of your self. Like a child, it’s sometimes rotten, being told how to stuff. Even if it comes from a place of love, it doesn’t make it easier.

I know what lies ahead for me…

I just don’t want to turn nasty to my family and I don’t want to forget who they are. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for.

I’m done ranting!

We’re back in Pennsylvania for the summer; still on the waiting list for the apartment. I want to stay in our home on wheels as long as possible. Traveling is tiring but I want to continue as long as I’m able. Who knows, we might spend one more winter in Florida?