I am laying in bed, can't sleep, just so fed up with life, I know I am being silly, I feel lonely and sad, this horrible illness not only destroying George's life, but mine too. I feel like I have to fight to get anywhere.
I hate the nights, you come to bed so tired, only not to sleep, thinking about what if!! So sad, all ways been there for everyone, I ask myself why us?
How many tears have we all shed? Not knowing what tommorow will bring.
George keeps saying help me help me, I am helping him, my Back hurts, my arms hurt, and my heart is breaking, what have we done in our lives, worked hard, brought up three decent honest children, always been there for them, and our grandchildren, only to see the suffering around me.
Heady maybe it is a full moon again, to be feeling like this!!!!
Just want a normal life, and be able to rely on George to do a few things, take the pressure of me a bit, you smile and say yes I am ok, but deep inside your heart is broken in bits.
How many times can you cry, crying won't solve the problem, and there is not many tears left, I have nearly used them up, just want someone to take away this pain, I am sure you are all going through this as well, so hard to deal with. Well sorry everyone another sleepless night, while George is snoring my heart is breaking for the retirement we have lost.