A co-worker of mine announced late Friday night that she was resigning. Not much details to offer up but wanted to let me know nonetheless.

My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach. Not because she was resigning ‘understandably so’, but because I realized just then that I had no room in my heart or head to take on another disappointing news.

You see I’ve been trying to keep it together for weeks, about my mother’s health and the idea of losing her on any given day…

I’ve been floating through life since coming to terms with her not recovering from her last Intensive care stay… which led to in-home hospice care.

So many emotions have filtered through my being since, causing me to burst into tears, to having panic attacks, to no sleep at nights, or eat to not having the drive to go on and yet… I have worked by her bedside every day for 18 hours to help me cope, I suppose. But yet…that coping has led to more disappointment about the job, and the direction we are headed.

Lots going on…and I am not sure at this point if I am alive or simply have died and just don’t realize it.

I know I am not alone in this…