Today’s post is hard for me to write. I’ve been trying to understand over the past few years why the ever-positive persona I present to the world, my generally optimistic outlook on life, and my usually cheery disposition seems to be waning.
It was my younger daughter who pointed this out to me a few years back. She told me I was changing: ie. I’d become tense, jumpy, over-reactive etc. I was under lots of stress at the time, having been unexpectedly saddled with almost full-time care of my then 7-year-old grand-daughter. Suddenly, my world, my retirement plans, my free time was snatched away from me. For the second time in my life, someone other than me had taken control of my life … and I didn’t like it. But for the second time, I also felt powerless to do anything about it. My father had controlled my childhood, my adolescence and even a bit of my early 20’s. Now, my own children and their needs were controlling and dictating how I would spend the last few years of my life. I felt like I’d been hit by a brick in the face. Not again!!
Over the past 3 years, I’ve come to grips with becoming an unwilling mother in my 60’s. I’ve settled into the routine. My cheery disposition and optimism have returned as I’ve adjusted to my new loss of control. But then, in the past few weeks, I see it disappearing again. What is happening here? I put it down to getting old, the horrible feeling that time is running out and there’s so much I want to do and no longer have the energy nor time for. Every morning I’ve been waking up lately, hoping today would be a better day, that my mood would improve, that something wonderful might happen, but instead, I’m starting each day flat! I HATE this feeling!
Then, this morning, I read this latest post by a fellow victim/survivor of incest, Patricia Singleton. In her post titled