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- 2y
Have a lot to say and I can’t edit
My mom is calm. I don’t know what reality is going to look like but I know life is short. I was in pr back in the day and it’s a skill I had to develop for survival. I don’t know what taking care of my mom will look like, is she out of the woods. I’m not sure yet. Time will tell. I was “normal” and tried to take my own life when I became disabled. So this - this is why I think of business dinners and wine on a terrace. Escapism and life is short. I’m not taking care of her to the degree to her families’ expectations. They didn’t take care of her and there is another reason why I’d mention later. I am to blame for my part. But I’m happy she’s alive. Her quality of life - depression, thoughts of dying is what I’m concerned about. I also having to 🦆 ing move. That’s what organizations have been telling me for years. I’m almost at comfort with mixture of respect and lack All I know is that I need to get a job. Focusing on everything wrong with me. I gotta be aware. I got to get out of debt. I got something to prove and I don’t. I’ve moved to places where people don’t know me and I don’t think the states would make a difference and there are no opportunities for the disabled in india. I act strange. I followed Jess from YouTube mulitplityandme who made a career out of her condition, held work and school and I think she has a kid now. That’s where my mind frame is at. My moms alive. The hospital gave my dad visa confirmations for her family in india. I am not great at comfort, I’m great at finding who can do that.