Just had a very hard session talking about my Mum. He said if together we don’t help me sort out my problems related to her before she dies, I’ll end up on pills. which pulled me up sharp. I know he’s right. So he suggested I need to take a period of time I can control, every day, to think about the “bad stuff” between her and me, and then let my thoughts be as normal for the rest of the day. So job done and I’m moving on to other things – see photo.
(I also acknowledged how much of my coping mechanism through life has been with the weapon of humour, but that’s a subject for another day.)