The hits keep coming, and Annetta is tired...
The Story So Far:
* Mum died six weeks ago, my chest feels right and funny a lot of the time, I'm sleeping in every day, but I'm beginning to make jokes: "Then my mum died unexpectedly. Rude!!" This makes sense if you ever saw us together. We enjoyed gallows humour and the Golden Girls, it was a consistently good aspect of our relationship. Even with the laughing memories, grief at this stage is exhausting.
* Realities of executorship are sinking in - and while I don't resent the job, or want to wriggle out of it, there are times when it's deeply emotional and tough for me. This can be exhausting.
* The man who sexually assaulted me and several other female children is currently in Long Bay, but coming up for parole in November, and the lovely support person gave me a call yesterday as I have the right to a submission (which includes exclusion zones). This is also depleting the few resources I can call on at this time.
Even with decades of therapy, hard work and determination I am so tired of having to deal with painful stuff from the past.
Ultimately this is grief at the pointy end - grief is never in isolation. There's always other stuff demanding our time and attention while we sit and sift through our sorrows, memories and realisations.
If life calls and asks for me over the next few weeks please tell it I'm out and won't be back until next month. Ta.
#GDEP #grief #PersonalTime #exhaustion