Thank you all for the virtual hugs (and the in-person hug, Amy) and the kind words and support. The simple exercise of writing about how I was feeling was therapeutic to me, and the love I got in response was incredibly helpful. I am so grateful to have you all in my life, one way or another.
I know that I’m not the only person in the world to have some sad times. And I know that my difficulties are nothing in comparison to what some have to face. But I also know enough about myself to recognize that when I’m feeling down, I become easily overwhelmed. I do know, though, that it’s not really all as bad as it can seem at times.
I also feel like an idiot for feeling so sorry for myself when my husband is dealing with his mom’s cancer diagnosis. When I mentioned her cancer yesterday, I meant that my sadness and concern in that regard is for him. It’s hard to see your hubby hurting. His story is not mine to tell, but I will say that his relationship with his mom is not a typical mother-son relationship. We don’t see her very often even though she lives only an hour and a half away. We are still waiting on test results and hope that a treatment plan will be made next week at her next oncology appointment.
Anyway, it’s Thursday and that means it’s therapy day for me. Yay for therapy.