I pretty much got over that funk I was in a while back.
I started Yoga
working out at the gym
volunteering with families in crisis
going to a community church group
and I am better.
I still am scared of Interstates, though.
all this got me thinking
I remember almost nothing from my childhood....
Maybe I need therapy.
Then my mom had a fall.
She wasn't hurt badly, thank God
but she had to stay with me for 4 days
during which time I actually jumped up and down in frustration 3 times!
So I went to a therapist
(right after I took Mom home)
They asked a lotof questions
was I suicidal?
was I homicidal?
Did I ever hurt myself?
Did I ever cut myself?
Again, pointedly...Was I SURE I nver cut myself?
The therapist gave an extrememly significant glare at my leg.
Sure enough, there was blood soaking my jeans, down into my shoe....
I had a little cut shaving and thought it had quit bleeding.....
I swear, I'm just having a little problem dealing with an aging parent.......