Breaking down is  easy…. 

I figured it out! That “weird” mood from before. Manic. It reminds me of my SCSU days when I swore I was bipolar. I miss that. Because guess what folks the depression is back. Yup. Hardcore. Like I’m sure the kids will be ok, they have pleanty of love surrounding them. Who knows maybe they won’t know it is suicide. Just drive really fast into a cliff on a deserted road. An “accident”. *sigh* I couldn’t actually do it. After chickening out of hanging myself back in ’08 I made a promise that I would never do so again. Now I have kids, they need me. In fact, even thinking about harming myself and leaving them motherless makes me despise myself even more. Which doesn’t help with the depression, but hey at least I can talk myself out of suicide. Well that and help from a couple of friends. Apparently at least a couple care. Maybe more. That manic week was fun though. Sort of. Being super “in the mood” with no relief in sight was NOT fun. But it was better than soul crushing depression …. until  next time…

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I’m not okay (I promise) 

You know what would be brilliant?  If perhaps someone especially someone from my family would inquire about the state of my mental well being.  Yes the Angel of death is used to such loss,  having witnessed many tradgedies over the years…  But guess what.  This is different.  Yes I begged for death to claim her as his bride,  it was much more perferable than the way she was suffering.  However,  letting go of her means that I lost the only blood relative that I had been capable of opening up to. When making copies of her obituary I wasn’t thinking of loosing her,  only losing a paternal relative.  So I was printing copies I thought,  oh grandma needs a copie… Oh wait….  Nevermind.  I also feel like I botched the euology big time.  I had writers block for the longest time,  and then quickly turned out a eulogy that definitely wasn’t my best work,  but it should have been.  I’m so glad she couldn’t hear it,  for she would have been ever so disappointed that hers,  the one that should have been the best was actually the worst.  I can’t bring myself to  cry.  Can’t bring myself to say out loud the words Grandma has died.  This whole month has been a blur. And nobody from my actual family,  my own flesh and blood has asked me how I am doing.  She and I were very close.  Everyone knew it.  Just because I’m not showing emotion doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.  Because guess what,  I’m not OK.  I don’t even recognize my own reflection…. I’m not depressed,  but I don’t feel like me.  I don’t know who I am but it isn’t  me.  

Another update on Grandma… 

So sometime last week Grandma took a pretty nasty fall.  Since then she’s afraid to walk and no longer is able to go bathroom for herself.  She’s been in the hospital since Wednesday with breathing issues,  a UTI,  and she’s very confused.  The confusion has been on-going.  I’ve been saying she has signs of dementia for years but apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about.  Only witnessed it first hand with my great grandmother and my step grandmother who had Alzheimer’s but what do I know.  Anyways the confusion has been pretty bad even before the fall.  On Friday she underwent a procedure to remove the fluid buildup fron around her lungs.  They ended up removing 340ccs and now we are waiting to see if it was caused by bacteria or her cancer.  (But according to my parents the cancer is at bay)  she is still in ICU still not breathing great,  has no idea what’s going on,  she has to be told to chew her food she’s that confused.  Even worse is the fact that if she codes my step mom and dad want to revive her.  I don’t think they know what that does to a person.  She is suffering and in hell.  Even if she recovers physically her mind is still steadily going down hill.  I don’t want to loose her but she is no longer living,  just merely existing.  I just want her suffering to end I can’t bear to see here like this