A Rambling of ManiaA Story by Deborah Leah Krempa(Just problems and worries and me rambling on about it.)My daughter went out tonight, to a get-together from her work and I'm worried that she may drink and drive, she's rather petite and I worry so much since my son was killed last year in that fatal car accident. Seems I tend to worry about everything and everyone lately. I want to forget about everything and write my poetry but the words don't seem to come to me, I believe it goes much deeper than just writer's block this time. and then there's my grandchildren, what if our utilities get shut off or the bills get so high we can't afford them, what if we end up homeless on the street, what if my other grandchildren don't get to come home from foster care, what if we never see them again. too many what if's so here I am just rambling on and on and on. too many problems that I don't know how to fix, like this run down old shack of a house that we live in, it's all we have and what if we lose it somehow, then what do we do? So far, the bills are all paid but what if, it's the what if's that are scaring me to death. So how do I stop from worrying about things I have no control over, such as car accidents, injuries or death? How do I sincerely talk to god in prayer when my thoughts have been racing and my mind has been in doubt? Having manic depression doesn't help either. It just makes things look even worse than they really are at times, hopefully no one in the family will get sick like that again, is that too much to ask? I wonder sometimes and don't want to end up in the hospital again. I've been taking the meds but my depression is really deep this time. and I know it's not even the meds it's just life and me right now. thank god I am not a suicidal person because that is how I feel like the feelings as if this is the end of the world crashing in on me and my family and there's no where to turn. And, too many in our family have died, there is no one who can help us anymore. and then there's finances, never enough, barely making ends meet. I find it funny, ironicly speaking that I wouldn't know what to do without the struggle. we need a miracle. but doesn't everybody? So anyone that may read this story realize that I am just rambling on with the thoughts in my head, probably not making a whole hell of a lot of sense. I do feel a little better when my daughter comes home safe and sound. then it will be back to worrying again tomorrow when my kids get in their cars to go to work and drop off my grandchildren at school. how in the world do I stop worrying like this? it just doesn't make sense. © 2009 Deborah Leah KrempaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 7, 2009 Last Updated on January 7, 2009 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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