I am tired. So tired. And we're only just starting this shitty awful fucking never ending journey of shitness. I am so fucking tired. My brain can't cope with all I need to think of - and remember to say - and not say - about my Dad's illness.
How do I come to terms with this? How do I find peace in it? When do we - or rather I start the lead - on Dad going into a dementia care home? Why is getting benefits so fucking difficult. God. I am so tired and we're only just starting. Admittedly, we're really late in getting in him assessed - we thought he was displaying attention seeking behaviours as he seemed to go in and out of them quite frequently. That reads so badly, like I'm the worst daughter in the world.
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I can only swear when the DS x 2 are in bed. This is just so shit. I don't know where to start. It's all so overwhelming. Am off to scour the miracle of Mumsnet to see what I can learn.
Apologies for shitty post. I really am sober, even though this reads like I've been in a pub all day!