Nothing specific has happened today. Well one or two things, but nothing of great significance (compared to Mum dying, anyway… I compare any challenges in my life to Mum dying, it’s a pretty effective tool for minimising any stress). The whole country feels somewhat unsettled after the EU referendum which certainly isn’t helping, and my Facebook feed is pretty unpleasant. It was noticeable in The Hut today that many members were more anxious and/or flat than normal. I had two appointments. Neither were bad, in fact they wer both pretty positive, but both contained things which are difficult to hear.
Nothing ‘bad’ has happened. Some days are just hard.
I’m tired, I’m not sleeping well at the moment. The sleeping tablets I’ve been off and on for the last 10 months (sleeping is hard when closing your eyes prompts images and memories of a very poorly Mum) aren’t cutting it right now. It takes ages to fall asleep and once I do, I wake up all night. It’s not ideal, and all day I just want to nap. I’m tired, and I don’t just mean sleep tired.
Life keeps throwing up challenges and sometimes they’re cope-able-with, sometimes they’re cope-able-with-a-bit-of-help, other times it can feel hopeless. Perhaps I’m not making any sense, but I’m not sure I understand myself right now or that I have the words to explain how I feel. I feel mute.
I miss Mum, that much is clear. I want nothing more than to run home into a Mum hug. I want my Mum to look after me, to help me through the difficult days. I want to text her when I’ve had a tough appointment, I want to let her know when good stuff happens, I want to ask her advice on which food containers to get for my cupboards. I want her to come into my room on the mornings when the world feels bleak and I’m unable to move, to bring me some cornflakes with skimmed milk and brazil nuts, to get my clothes out for me and remind me how to get dressed, just like she used to. I want to go into her room at 2am when I can’t stop crying, to sleep next to her in the big double bed, to feel safe.
I want to feel safe, anchored and ‘me’ again.
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A big mum-type hug from me Naomi, x
Hello!! I follow all your posts .. the love and friendship and closeness that you had with your mum is just so so lovely.As you will be aware, we have never met,but your personality shines through so much in your blog posts, so it feels as if we “have met ” !! Your posts are so honest and from the heart. When sad horrible things happen, it is so hard to think of a reason .. “why ? ” I am not a follower of religion ..am very unsure about all that … Anyway, I just wanted to say that although you no longer have your mum by your side,you have amazing memories… she loved you so so much and was so proud of you … My mother is still alive at 85 ( I am 57 ) I have never had what you had from your mother …. Please, just remember that although your lovely mum wasn’t with you for as long as we would all have wanted, she loved you and showed it to you every day xxxxx
Thank you, I love that Mum’s and my relationship shines through 🙂