MarciaA
Distinguished member
- Joined
- Mar 13, 2006
- Messages
- 118
- Reason
- PALS
- Country
- US
- State
- MN
- City
- Owatonna
Since school let out in June, it seems like the only times I've posted are to either ask for help or to vent. (without internet at home, I have to go to my classroom and use it there) Well...here I am again. I guess what I'm looking for today is not only some shoulders to cry on, but some sort of a notion that my feelings are at least semi-normal. More importantly, however, I'm looking for some way to help myself cope and hopefully thereby help my sister cope.
My husband is supportive. He's a rock...and super-strong, solid rock that doesn't really get emotional about things like this and is able to just go on as if nothing really is any different. Me, on the other hand...I sometimes sport a rock facade but most of the time I'm feeling like a big pile of mush. When I'm busy or focused with something, or know that I'm helping in some way I'm a rock. But it's those other times when I feel sort of consumed by the whole thing and turn to mush.
I know I can't be strong all the time. I try to be strong around Kathy and my daughters but I don't know if that's the right approach or not. I don't want to make it seem like it doesn't bother me, but I don't want to add to the sadness either.
Marcia
My husband is supportive. He's a rock...and super-strong, solid rock that doesn't really get emotional about things like this and is able to just go on as if nothing really is any different. Me, on the other hand...I sometimes sport a rock facade but most of the time I'm feeling like a big pile of mush. When I'm busy or focused with something, or know that I'm helping in some way I'm a rock. But it's those other times when I feel sort of consumed by the whole thing and turn to mush.
I know I can't be strong all the time. I try to be strong around Kathy and my daughters but I don't know if that's the right approach or not. I don't want to make it seem like it doesn't bother me, but I don't want to add to the sadness either.
Marcia