Mom came home today. It was bittersweet. i'm so glad that she's doing well and home, but i feel like there's still so much stress on my shoulders and that i really can't handle it. It could be because i'm totally exhausted or that i just feel entitled to a bit of "off time," but i really don't feel i've earned the right to feel this way.
So, while mom is home, i feel like i'm still not, in a sense. i'm still not really ME. i guess when i restart up my therapy on Monday, i might be able to delve further into all of this. But for the weekend, i think i'm going to just concentrate on surviving.