My son just mentioned in passing that he worries more when I worry. And since we both have OCD, this makes not worrying a major challenge. His comment hit home since I am ever doggedly working on my abilities to cope in the life I've been assigned, to fight the chemical demons that make normalcy seem like fantasy. Talk about pressure.
I've got to get my shit together to keep my family's shit together. This is no joke. And not for the faint of heart.
Do it for the kids seems most apt.
And the Oscar Goes to. . . .Yawn
2 years ago
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