I’m awake and alive. That’s something we should all appreciate every day that we wake up. This is a crazy world we live in and at times I’m blown away by people’s undertanding and beauty and at other times I’m shocked by their stupidity. Oh well I guess life has surprises.
Yesterday I was talking with the guy who’s helping me at work about anxiety. His sister is suffering with it and is probably going through a breakdown. I gave a little advice and he was quite open to it too. He has done something similar for his brother in the past. He’s struggling to communicate with his sister and can’t get through to her, so I suggested that he writes her a letter explaining how he feels and if he can’t give it to her now then save it and give it to her when she’s feeling better. Hopefully it’ll help.
I was told that I was a bit grumpy yesterday. I explained to the person that I’m aware I’m feeling a bit that way and why I’m feeling like it. It’s almost the 7th anniversary of my mum dying. Even though I’m now aware that it affects me I still I can’t relax about it which I find very strange. I feel that knowing and being aware should help me to relax more about it. Maybe though it’s more than the mental connection? Maybe it’s also the physical connection too, through DNA and the fact I was born from her body? I’m not sure but it shows I’m still holding on to something somehow. I guess it’s a level of attachment.
