I’m starting to realize that this (blog) has become the place I come to bitch and moan about how much I hate what dementia has done to my life. It’s my I-can’t-take-it-anymore complaint station.
I live the same day over and over and over and over again and, yes, I’m gonna complain about it. As I sit here on the couch wearing a groove into the spot I sit in day after day, I’m just OVER IT! I’m so fucking over this caregiver shit that I could scream.
I’m trapped.
I have no option available to me that I could live with, so I’ll be sitting here tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that, indefinitely.
FUCK.
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That’s it. That’s the post.
