Have been ‘ok’ for a bit. And now, suddenly, terrible flashbacks again to the hospital where Mum died.
It happens off and on. Always the same images. Her so thin and vulnerable.
How I wish to god I could change how it was, her suffering. Can’t bear it. I love her so much.
It’s like a knife in my guts and the pain takes me away from the present.
How the hell do I live a normal life when it’s like this?
I failed her.