We're Setting Sail to the Place on the Map from Which No One Has Ever Returned
Therapy I may have inadvertently stumbled across the best therapist I could find for the set of life problems I am dealing with. Yesterday we spoke about the impossibility of the situation, the ceaseless gaslighting, the questionable couple's therapy, and the need to compartmentalize to survive this difficult time. For to Live Without Your Love It's Just Impossible Pancreatic cancer. Death. Loss. Survivors. Alone, this cluster is enough to paralyze a person. Add to that the discovery that ther spouse with a terminal illness has been carrying on a long term affair and refuses to stop and, well, fuck all it's impossible. It has gotten better, living with all this. And the strategy to help improve the day-to-day and long-term interactions is working, thus far. But underneath it all, I suffer. I am lonely. I have allies, but no refuge; understanding, but no cure. I am up to my neck in a sea of daily grief, but I'm learning to...