tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222958655788368904.post3078849653990421590..comments2016-11-25T08:51:11.495+10:00Comments on writing myself sane: Shite daysOpheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16809979257521630378noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222958655788368904.post-81874889722262671842009-12-12T22:33:57.528+10:002009-12-12T22:33:57.528+10:00Thats exactly what I mean though... protecting the...Thats exactly what I mean though... protecting them is protecting me in a way, I just don't want to have to deal with the fallout of that on top of everything else. But you are right, obviously the stuff keeps simmering away underneath. I do think there is validity in just accepting your family for who they are. It would be nice if the sentiment was reversed, but the only person I can control is myself. Thx LolaOpheliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16809979257521630378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222958655788368904.post-85326631526672642612009-12-11T20:43:03.288+10:002009-12-11T20:43:03.288+10:00Wow, what a day, huh?
You Sister sounds a great d...Wow, what a day, huh?<br /><br />You Sister sounds a great deal like my Brother Jake, he just cannot get his head around mental illness. I've never fathomed whether it's because he can't understand or refuses to. It's a nightmare situation, but it does sound like you are protecting everyone but yourself. That said, sometimes I feel that protecting others instead of myself, actually makes it easier on me. I don't have to deal with the guilt and upset that comes with feeling like I am upsetting everyone, and dumping my problems on them. I just feels safer. I guess it's a different sort of protection. But the frustration just simmers. Hope you are OK out there.<br /><br />Lola xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com