Life is a worrisome thing at times. I remember days where I wouldn't be this worried about my Mother and her health. I remember the days where she would smile and speak in complete sentences without having to stop in the middle to just think of a word. I remember the days when I wasn't the parent...
I'm only 22 and I take care of my mother as if she is a child now. It's scary and wrong and she may subconsciously want to die. I blame myself for never noticing the signs earlier, the lack of memory, the horrendous moments where her memory simply failed her at important moments. It's frightening.
To put things in a simple nutshell my mother is not well. I will probably not be online for a while. I have both Mom and college to worry about. I'm afraid to leave her alone long enough to go to school, but I have to. I can't risk failing my classes so far into the semester. We're already half way into the semester, after all.
I still can't even get a job. How pathetic is that?! It's pretty pathetic. I have to take care of Mom, though. I just have to.
Yes, I am in a panic. My thoughts are everywhere. I can't concentrate because of my worry over my Mom.
I'll shut up now.