It's March again - another year gone by. I thought of revising the post I made last year about my mom, but then decided against it. For now, it says all it needs to, I suppose. I actually just noticed today (yeah, almost a full year late because I'm oblivious) that my cousin actually found it and posted a response to it. So in case she happens by this page again: I'm sorry, Robin, for not responding sooner. But thank you for the comment.
I've been having a bit of a struggle with myself lately. And then Monday I received a deeply troubling message from a dear friend (probably the dearest, in fact) who I feel I've neglected somewhat. And all these things I should do are piling up and I just feel...overwhelmed. And sad.
And now it's March.
There's really nothing new to say. No new developments.
I'm just hoping this feeling will pass, just like I have been hoping. I'm hoping that I will reach my friend, stay in touch better and be able to offer something that helps. I'm hoping I will, with small steps, be able to accomplish all I need to and want to. I keep hoping.