As I sit here at 2 am, with dad, S., and Gracie fast asleep, have read everybodies post about recently losing your loved ones, I cry for all of you. After caring for my mother many years ago, and sitting by her side as she slowly, painfully passed away, I can feel some of your pain. No, she didn't have PSP, but it painful none the less. However, the upcoming challenges that my sister and I face scares me beyond words. I sit here and the tears won't stop. Only now, I sejfishly weep for me as I contemplate the ugly truths of dealing with financial issues both now and the future. Of dealing with S's hareful and violent temperment, of the endless, nasty bodily excretions, the choking and coughing and the list goes on and on. Of the additional worries about my dad's gradual but inevitable end, i sit here and wallow in self pity and utter fear and cry that none is here for me. Right now, I don't know if I can do this for much longer. I tell myself over and over that I can and I will do this,, but right now, this second, I just don't know.
I'm sorry for dumping this on you, but I don't know what to do. I need y'all for your endless support and wisdom, but it depresses me so much. Daily, I live with the additional trials of being bi-polar. Sure, there are times when I am manic and take care of a lot of things, but I don't have many of these and they can be quite dangerous as much as the depression. I'm sorry for dumping this on you. But, I sit here and cry.