The Hard Part

A writer at a loss for words. Untold thousands fill volumes and not one page about me. Alone, always. Dogs and little kids love me, I am proudly owned by a coyote and before her were two wolves. I put my life on hold several years ago to move back home and care for my parents. Now, as the end gets closer and I'm 24/7 caregiver, I realize that they are the only people on earth that I have in my life. I guess what I'm looking for is someone to talk to, the mut's great company, but a terrible conversationalist. (note to your spell checker; mut's is a poetic contraction for 'mut is').

Duty overcomes depression, but what happens when the duty is done? The coyote is 14 years old, all of the clocks are running down at once. I am much better at answering questions, so if any one has some, please ask.

lonepoet lonepoet
51-55, M
2 Responses Mar 15, 2010

When you give up your life to save the day for everyone else around you (or in your case your parents) you lose yourself. You isolate yourself. You forget to exist for yourself. I battle depression too...and PTSD. It is a struggle but I set my mind to dig myself out and get a healthy, functional, and safe mind. And everyday gets better. If you wanna talk...lots of people will listen. Me too.

when the duty is done,it's time for a new duty.