“Self pity is easily the most destructive of the non-pharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality.” John Gardner
Since becoming a caregiver, I have let self pity set my mood on occasion. I don’t want that. Maybe putting it in the blog will serve as a reminder, not to. I would rather spend my time other ways, with other thoughts.
But wait a minute. I watched as alzheimer’s ravaged my dad and took him away twice. I have spoken with hundreds of caregivers and observed hundreds of patients. I should be out bungy jumping, riding bulls, climbing mountains and such, but I am a caregiver. Shouldn’t I be able to feel sorry for myself.
I want to fight those emotions and replace them with action that may help someone through a rough time. I want to keep my mom safe and let her enjoy time.
One more quote . . . . .
“Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have—life itself.” ~Walter Anderson
For now, I like that quote and the feelings from it.