I start back at work tomorrow. Back to reality. I’m worried.
Worried I can’t do it, and worried if I can.
I’m worried people will want to talk to me and hug me and tell me I’m doing great.
I’m worried people will have their own problems and not worry about me at all.
I’m worried I won’t care about the little things anymore, and I’m worried they will matter too much.
I’m worried people will think I’m doing better than I am.
I’m worried people will put demands on me, I’m worried people won’t treat me the same as the others.
I can’t win.
And you can’t help me,
Because i’m making it impossible for anyone to do the right thing for me, because every eventuality will be hard.
The fact is it all will be hard. No matter how I cope, no matter what people say or do or how they treat me, it’s going to be really hard.
So, if you see me tomorrow, just smile. No more. That will help.
It lets me know that you know.
It lets me know you care.
If you don’t see me tomorrow, please think of us all. Please pray that we have strength, patience, energy and courage.
Thank you so much for caring.
Thank you so much for thinking of us, the cards, the flowers, the dinners and everything.
You guys are the best.