It is the time of falling leaves. I hate Fall. Usually. But Fall means new birth and growth in the Spring (if we survive the holidays).
I have a stepson who is hell-bent on killing himself with drugs and alcohol. I have a mother with dementia who is railing at me and anyone else who'll listen to her railing about me. Al-Anon is telling me to sever ties with my family. I am Power of Attorney and manage the family fortune through a financial powerhouse.
I am struggling. I have made a weak attempt at suicide yesterday. I didn't care if I died or not. I hate this Borderline. I hate what it does to your Soul. Right now I have a God-less Soul.
There is no joy in Life. This has got to end. I must find a way. No hope.
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