My family... we used to be able to put the "fun" in dysfunctional, but lately...
All we seem to do is hurt each other. And ourselves, over each other's comments and rudeness and outright abuse!
I want to help you. I want to be there for you. But, you're killing me!
For some reason I am thinking of the Walrus and the Carpenter poem from Alice in Wonderland. "the time has come".
I want to be Christlike, but I am NOT Jesus!
I am just... tired.
I can't listen to it any more. It is SSDD!
"Detach with love" is not always that simple.
It's wearing me down. I don't trust my judgment, I have made some big flubs, in large part due to stressing out over ya'll.
I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. Not saying what you're going through isn't trying and difficult, but it is YOURS. I still have mine to get through too.
The sleep dep, the bad dreams, the insecurities, the inability to say no when I should... I have to deal with my pile. You're going to have to find a way out of yours and clean up without me.
The one thing I can give you is direction: Find and follow the Light. The Good. For me, it is Christ's example. Whatever will truly bring you happiness, I pray for you to find it!
I will always love you, but I won't let you kill me.
