My last post mentioned my brother, and how I was sure he wouldn't ruin Thanksgiving this year. I'm happy to report that he did not. In fact, he didn't show up at all...until Saturday. I was quite shocked though when he informed me that he was here to apologize for his past behavior. He went on to tell my husband and I that he is being seen by a therapist, is in recovery (I guess living on the streets finally sunk in as his "rock bottom") and is in the process of getting on medication. He even admitted that "I'll never succeed at anything in life unless I am willing to admit that I have a mental illness I need help taking care of", color me speechless!
I have told him that I would always be there for him, if he ever got to the point where he was willing to admit he was sick AND get the help he needs; and I'm here. However, he left that night - forgot his cell phone - and I haven't heard from him since.
Do I fret? Shall I worry? No, my life cannot be about him and his disease. I have a husband and three children to take care of, they need me more than he does.
So I go on...living life and dealing with the daily unexpected happenings, living the best I can and being the best that I can be.
Ho hum, right? ;)
Final note: I was at 45,000 words on Friday (regarding my NaNoWriMo book) and I didn't write Saturday; but when I went to "finish" on Sunday - I realized that about 20,000 words of that belong in another book. So I deleted it.
I'm back up to 31,000 and I'm going to be writing like a maniac to finish by the 30th; but I can do whatever I set my mind to accomplish...right? Tell me I'm right...PLEASE?