Well here I am... My in-home-caregiver is out of town for a week and because of my disabilities I cannot be left alone. Because of my memory issues it is not safe for me to live on my own, not something I ever thought would be my life at 43 years of age!
So since there are only a few, very few people I trust I am in Salem with my "adoptive" parents for the week. Why here? I feel safe here and I don't feel like I'm being babysat!!! I am also going to be put to work around the house to help get things organized. At least this is the "party line." Seriously though, I am grateful that they have agreed to allow me and service "princess" Stella to stay here for the week.
It is very easy, and even as I'm writing, to get very discouraged that I cannot do the things I "used to be able to do." I hate that I forget to turn the stove off! I hate that I need a personal assistant to manage my life and a in-home-caregiver! It is so easy, and I do often, ask God what am I supposed to do now with my life now. It's not actually asking as much as it is, "what the fuck?!?" I had a good life before the war. What now? Who am I now?
I don't know the answer to these and many more questions. But, I like asking questions and enjoy more finding the answers. This is my quest.