Not ready
My mother is on hospice and most likely isn't going to be with us much longer. She adopted me from her baby sister since she wasn't able to have kids of her own. She wasn't the perfect mother, but she did the best she could and I like to think I turned out alright. 21 year marriage (been together since we was 15) have 2 kids by him and only him. Shes lived a long hard life. All she's known is struggle and not knowing where to turn. A very hardworking big hearted women. And now it's almost her time to rest and be at peace. She's in so much pain. But I can't fathom the thought of living in a place where she doesn't exist. She's always been there, in more ways than I can think of. I'm finding it very hard coping with this. I was a career CNA and this is what I did for a living. But it's nothing absolutely nothing the same when it's you're own parent. I've got myself back in meds but they don't seem to be helping. I'm torn. I want to spend every sec I can of what I have left with her, but when Im there I want to leave because it causes so much pain to see her like this. #Parent #SayingGoodbye #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder