Sweety, I'm sorry that I lost my mother, that she had to be so ill for such a long time, that my family went through hell while I cared for her, that it touched off my depression and anxiety, but I'm NOT sorry for the experience. It made me a stronger, better person in oh, so many ways.
The experience gave me the ability to relate to you and this particular pain you are going through. Please, if you need to vent, express yourself in any way about it, know that you can come to me. I may have insights to what you're going through.
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Psalm 119:105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.