Stress

My mom has reached the point of stress at which she has almost no fuse at all, and so everything that goes slightly amiss or uncomfortably turns almost immediately into her either yelling nastily at me or actually just screaming at me. It sucks big time. And she wonders why I don’t want to be around the person who is the source of all of this. This sucks. I don’t have my mom, and she doesn’t have… sanity… peace… joy… freedom of self-expression. This really sucks.

Thank you, God, for the blessing from your priest tonight, and thank you for calling him to your work. Please, keep my husband and my baby and me safe and make us well. Heal my mom, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2025