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Sep 25, 2011, 11:20 AM
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Member Since: Nov 2002
Location: Mid World
Posts: 18,104
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I wasn't sure which forum to post this in because it could go in so many different ones. Mods, please move if you deem appropriate...
It's hard for me to ask for help. In my world view I'm supposed to be the "strong" one. Heck I'm a professional helper. 
I'm having a rough go of it. There's not really anything anyone else can do... well it will help if y'all listen.
This weekend is the second anniversary of Mom's death. That's stirred up all sorts of stuff. Two years and I still miss her. There are still times I think of picking up the phone and calling her to tell her about something I saw/heard. She was my mom and my best friend. I miss her like crazy.
Add to that my fibro has been flaring for the last three weeks. I'm exhausted and in pain. My life has narrowed to getting up going to work, driving home and crashing until it's time to get up and go to work again. This is not living. It's existing.
I want to just crawl in a hole and hide for awhile. I had asked for tomorrow (Mom's anniversary) off from work. Then I stupidly scheduled appointments with clients. Instead of staying home taking care of myself I'll be at work taking care of other people. 
a, this is turning into a pity party....enough...
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