Feeling very bleak, but very much wanted to come in. I went to Quakers and *was lifted up a bit at the time*: I also went onto the gym and did a little bit and didn't twig my back, but they haven't had an impact on my mood when I wrote earlier and now tho feel I can speak.
so I understand how you feel Ellie Anne about it just going on: I will share one thing with you which is I recalled in the meeting a chaplain when I was in hospital (operation not MH) talking to me about first reading Psalm 22 and then onto Psalm 23, and that did mean something to me, which is that there is good and love and Love in the world, but not always there for us when needed. I'm sorry to hear about tomorrow.
At the end the Taise song you alluded to went through my mind nadeteturbe: it includes, fear not: this too will pass: patience. Hope DH is back soon.
Nanny my heart went out to you when you described looking out at the garden. You dont know my circs too well but for various reasons it's the same for me in certain ways, what was loved, what was lost, and its powerful reminders.
Sweetpeasue I sometimes think that encounters as powerful as yesterday can only happen when it's a stranger, and perhaps, not to be repeated. A wonderful encounter sharing suffering, we are not alone.
HVDY: it's a tough one with your brother. I think its both right to help him out, (especially until he gets used to finding his way to the right ward and say be dropped off at the right point on the hospital site)....
....but also to draw boundaries, because what lies ahead is uncertain, and he may wish for you to "sort out" a lot you may feel is too much both for you and your current family commitments, for SiL in the future - and only you and your DH can work that out how much is too much.
Ica not work out f my current state where I am anxious to the point of fear gripping my throat os Thursday’s endoscopy (not the procedure, but wanting a result that will help)
Or is it fact that my family appear fairly locally in 12 days or so and I feel overwhelmed by not being able to be any kind of gran that I’d like to be, afraid they will see the depressiveness (I cant hide them for too long) and also I’m lacking so much confidence about even driving to where they are atm, (I think the car breaking down didnt help although its back on the road properly.doing stuff like that on my own, it took a mountain of effort to get to the familiar local Quakers and then the gym.
Probably, both.
Oh how we must all wish for someone to come along to “make things all right” in these fears and losses!