A while ago I wrote some things about being too kind I think.
It’s nice to kinda felt being heard.
A while ago I wrote some things about being too kind I think.
It’s nice to kinda felt being heard.
I’m just sitting here next to her bedside and she calls me over.
She tells me that she thinks my sister might be like her - always thinking and worrying a lot. I don’t think so, not yet at least.
And it’s ironic. Cos the one person that actually thinks a lot is me. But when has the family ever spoken to each other about our problems? We don’t and I’m looking to change that.