we've been too lucky for too long.
My grandmother has had a stroke. The whole left side of her body is useless. Long road to recovery for an 84 year old. When I first got ther, she pulled me down to the bed and said,”I didn’t want it to end this way.” I said,”nothing is ending”, but I know exactly what she’s saying. Nobody wants it to end like that. I have been increasingly afraid and anxious lately and now I wonder, “is this what that was all about? Did I have some sort of premonition that something bad was going to happen?” I don’t know, but this anxiety is getting out of control and I can’t pinpoint the reason. It just feels like impending doom. And I’m afraid my dad is sick. I went to an Alberta Mental Health counsellor in June and told her all this and she told me I’m anxious because I’m worried about too many other things/ people and that I should focus on myself, move out on my own, and accept that the people I love will die and it is normal for me to be somewhere else when that happens. She also told me that the root of my problem is my confusion over my sexual identity. Clearly she’s a fuckcake and I won’t be going back.