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Sometimes I expect too much from her. Like the time I played her a couple of songs by Siôn Russell Jones and explained it was my mate singing. I turned it up, but she didn’t really understand what I was getting at. I don’t even know why I tried, but sometimes she surprises me, so I feel like it’s worth a shot.
The loneliness, isolation and thought-filled solitude take its toll from time to time.
Sometimes I have an outer-body experience and I hear myself giving my 63-year-old Mum instructions as though I’m her Mum. Complete role reversal at it’s most tragic. It’s kind of soul destroying when I take a couple of steps back from myself.
I hear how bossy I can sound, but if I don’t put play that role, nothing will get done. It’s bizarre because she doesn’t seem to mind and there’s no resistance on her part. She’s happy for me to take charge because she feels so lost.
I definitely don’t cry enough and trust me, I’m a crier.
I hold back tears every day of my life out of fear that I’ll drown in them. The minute I open that floodgate, I don’t know how I’ll close it behind me.
Yesterday I put on a Fleetwood Mac concert and as the intro to ‘Everywhere’ started, she turned to me with such joy and happiness in her eyes as she danced along. I could feel her excitement at the familiarity of the melody. It took everything I had to not just give in to my emotions. I sat there tight-lipped, with tears in my eyes and a horrid knot in my throat that I feared would eventually choke me.
Maybe I should give in, but then I don’t want to spoil a happy moment for her.
Taking a break from social media was great when I was surrounded by a group of friends on holiday, but I’m not sure I’m coping well day to day. Does that sound wrong? Why should I depend so heavily on virtual relationships?
I spend a lot of time on Whatsapp, pestering my sisters and friends in group chats because I’m trying to make connections on a daily basis to pull me back down to earth.
Day to day, so many funny and sad events happen, and I try to document them with my camera because ultimately, I know I’ll look back in years to come when she’s no longer here and remember the good old days.
Because these are the good old days, right?
As we get older, we reminisce about the days that have passed and somewhere down the line I’m going to be envious of the life I currently have, even though I generally wonder how anyone could be envious of this living nightmare.
‘Death in slow motion’ is a haunting phrase used to describe the feelings of grief family members often feel while caring for someone with Alzheimer’s Disease. It’s so accurate it hurts. I grieve every day for the Mum I’m losing and have already lost. It’s a hard pill to swallow.
But every day I put my positive hat on and remind myself of all that I’m grateful for and compare my life with those who have it so much worse.
Even when I’m comfort eating my way into oblivion and I feel like wrapping myself up in a duvet for the next few years, I have to keep a level of optimism, even when it feels impossible.
If I’m not positive, what chance does my Mum have?
I guess all I’m saying is, it’s hard.
Two words I don’t say enough because I feel like I have to be strong at all times.
Two words I can’t fixate on, or I’ll crumble.
Two words that are completely understated and underrated.
I had a dream last night that I had to look after my Mum for four weeks on my own, with no help, or days off. I had a knot in my stomach as I tried to sleep, feeling suffocated and angry at the world. I woke up with a headache and imagined what it would be like if that was my situation because there are so many people out there that don’t have any help and are completely alone.
I’m sure I’ll claw myself out of this emotionally deep ditch soon, but in the meantime, I need to remember not to be so harsh on myself and to allow the truth of how I’m feeling to surface more often.
I guess I’ve figured out why I’ve been feeling so down in the dumps just by writing this because I sure as hell didn’t know when I first started typing. That’s the power of writing and a creative outlet. I already feel like a weight has been lifted.
Now I’ve just got my period to look forward to in a weeks time.