Reaching out for support and advice 3

[labug]

blues, I can't speak for your H, but I wore a mask for years. For a long time I didn't know that was what I was doing, I thought I was keeping all the balls in the air and this nagging feelings aof anxiety and not being good enough were because I wasn't trying hard enough. So I did as I was taught as a child, put a brave face on things and carried on, worked a little harder. Then, being the "Good Daughter", I moved my mother (post stroke) to my city in a care home. She died a few years after that and my mask began to crack. To my H's credit, he knew the weirdness of my R with my mother and while he supported me, he knew it was not a good thing to have her here.

My saving grace I think was that I found my IC the year before my mom died, so I was in care over that period of time. It's been a long, difficult path but as I've said before, I wouldn't give nuthin' for my journey now.

There are only a few things that I hope I've been able to instill in my sons, one is no matter the illness, seek treatment. Don't let stigma and small minds keep you from being well. Broken leg, find a good ortho doc. Mental illness, find a good therapist.

I know this is so hard for you blues. Take care of yourself and help your kids learn to care for themselves by watching you.

Things will get better.