My grandmothers mind is very bad. It's difficult to talk to her right now. I feel ill-equipped because I've never experienced anything like this before. In the best of circumstances, I am afraid of the phone, but I can't help but avoid talking to her when she leaves me messages where she's either crying and saying she needs me or saying she doesn't expect anything of me. When my mother reminded her that I worked during the day and couldn't always return calls right away, she snapped back that she would "never call Sabrina again". When my mom reminded her how I've helped her in the past, rushed to the emergency room to be at her side, etc, she conceded that I was a "dear person." It's all very troubling, disturbing, heartbreaking, frightening. Now I'm even more afraid to call her. I don't know what to do.
I haven't had a craving for a drink since the slip-up, but tonight I feel so much, I wish not to feel at all. I could kick myself for not calling my grandmother more. What's the matter with me? To add to all this, my mother has finally sought help for her anxiety/OCD issues, but I'm not sure I agree with the cocktail of meds her psychiatrist is giving her. He also doesn't seem to think her problems are anything but a chemical imbalance, and I strongly disagree with this. I thought she would be given a regular anti-depressant and get some good therapy (she has great insurance, after all), but it seems that counseling has taken a back seat to the meds, and perhaps has been removed from the equation all together. She seems really pleased with her treatment and the doctor, but she is also fairly naive about meds and mental illness. I know all I can do is advise her the best I can, but I feel responsible because I was the one that urged her to seek help. *sigh*
I am also fairly nervous right now because Alex's surgery is tomorrow. I've never sat in a waiting room while my loved one was being cut open, and it's unsettling.
I should call someone right now. I should reach out for support. I should, but I know I probably won't. I have a hard time expressing myself verbally when I'm upset, and I just feel awkward. Everyone has their own problems, and also, I don't want to upset anyone with my disturbing ramblings. I feel sort of safe expressing it here because not too many people come here anymore since the whole reader only thing, and those that do really choose to come. I have no idea where this is going. I'll be OK. I'm just having a difficult evening.
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3 comments:
wow. crazy stuff.
that sucks so much about grammie and this stuff with mom concerns me too. i want her to get the help she needs but i want it to be the right kind of help.
call me next time. or anytime.
if i'm busy, i'll tell you, but if not, i have no problem with u unloading on me. so just remember that.
I told mom when I found out about the counseling thing to be careful with meds...I really am not a huge fan of meds in general and think they are completely over used....I also told Dad to watch out for all of this, but it looks as if its been ignored.
Anyways. E-mail me sometime Sabrina. We should keep in touch more.
Love ya....
Aw.....brothers rock!
Thanks. ♥
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