June 3, 2025 ~ Tuesday

How does one sleep with so much to think about?

I just spent Saturday and Sunday nights in jail for failing to appear in court on the 29th. I was arrested in public and taken away, at an event I was holding. On my birthday. I don’t recall being served papers for that date but may have been during an episode of mania.

I don’t mind what happened, as it cannot be changed. People who love and support me understand.

What I do mind is that it is but one more sign of the destruction of my family.  To be bombarded with court dates…

My relationship with my son and his wife.

They will have what they’ve been wanting. Peace from every sane and sober parent and grandparent who may judge their actions.

May they be happy in their new home without us.

As for me, I have 50 more good years if I am blessed. I’ll be with people who love me for who I am and who appreciate me for what I try to do and what I succeed in accomplishing.

I’m making my mark with the written word and all will be available to my grandchildren in the future. I don’t need to do a thing.

I could be sent away forever to an asylum or jail by them, and my writing will live.

Shame on my son for showing so little respect this past year. For not seeing through my illness and alcohol addiction to the woman I am, to the mother and grandmother I have been. Even lacking financial means.

I have taken strong meds and now, since I got a little out, I may rest.