I have drafted and redrafted this post all day long and in the end I come to this. I know it is cryptic but you’re just going to have to bear with me on that front.
What do you do when someone you know is clearly severely depressed but they just refuse to see it?
What do you do when you realise someone you love deeply is one of the poorest communicators you’ve ever known? When the result being they throw poison bullets at you, assassinate your character, dredge up things from the past, jump to ludicrous conclusions and basically make you wonder how on earth you come back from this place with them?
What do you do when you realise you are just so much more emotionally mature and skilled at being able to communicate than someone who has years on you?
What to do, what to do.
I know. That doesn’t really make sense does it because it’s so freakin’ cryptic. But it is how it has to be.
A corollary to the above quandary is that I am not going to Melbourne for the Carer’s & Disability Congress.
Thank you so much for voting for me – it means so much to me – but I simply can not go away at this point in time while the above situation is still ‘live’.
I am gutted.
Onward. I guess.