Last night the manic phase of my bi-polar started. I paced, I rolled over and over in bed, my mind runs and the voices start yelling about everything I need to do. Each voice tries to talk over the other and each to make sure I hear the things that they want me to do. Needless to say it was a restless night.
My sister and I do not have a great relationship. She is selfish, believes that she should be taken care of and feels everyone "owes" her for all the bad choices she was talked into making. She is supposed to be here to help with the last of my mom's move and pick up the things that she wants from the old house. She has now put it back 3 times this week. I just can't deal with her, the packing and unpacking, dirt, heavy loads, Mom in denial that about the "things" she does not need anymore. I'm tired. I pray and I pray harder and I am tired. Yesterday I cried, then cried harder. All I got was a headache. If it were not for a few very good friends I would not have been able to do this. There is one very very special husband and wife that have held me up when I was falling. Dear Andria, you are my sister in heart and soul. I will walk to the ends of the earth for you and Doug. Thank you for being.
Blessings to each of you and blessings to the special people in your life. Donna