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I doubt I'll be back anytime soon.

May 19, 2024


I’m visiting mom. I haven’t seen her in just over five months.


Within 24 hours, the same despair sets in. The same anxiety, the same… well… the same anger.


I really wanted it to be different. But it’s just not. I’m not quite as anxious as I was before. I look out the same front window, at the same trees and houses and I remember what it felt like to ponder on my environment back then. Total, all consuming, unending despair.


Photo by Elliot Mann on Unsplash


I could tell you all the little things she does that make me crazy just like before. I could tell you all the ways I am triggered for which I judge myself petty and small. But why? Suffice it to say, she isn’t going to change, and neither am I. We have a dance, it is an aggressive dance, a dance of disdain. It’s just plain ugliness. And it’s tragic. But too much has transpired to ever return to that easy rapport we once had. That mother-daughter intimacy is simply gone.


I am so glad I got out of here.


I doubt I’ll be back anytime soon.

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