Beating the Air
The text message I received triggered my outburst of angry words and frustrated ramblings, then defeated sobs. All this because a friend simply asked "How's your mom doing?" No, I am not a drama queen by nature nor do I indulge in tantrums on a regular basis. Being the overthinker, and part-time junior psychologist that I am, I think I understand what happened now. This was about an unknown storm that had been brewing inside of me that apparently needed to escape. I do tend to hold things in and I've known for years that I am a delayed reaction person. Right or wrong, it's just how I deal with my stuff. My life has been in transition for a few months. I'd been caregiver to my mother-in-law for several years, but she recently moved into a nursing home. It was something we hoped would never happen, but her medical problems made it necessary. It was very difficult and sad. I am very close to my Mom-in-law. For thirty years, she has called me the daugh