Twisted Stars Beneath My feet.
OK, you get it... Clearly we can all see I'm fighting to keep my head above the dark waters... But so many, many of us are. Nothing new here folks, move on. All around this world, people are mourning the loss of a loved one who is slipping away into dementia or psychosis, or drugs. The real question is, how do I not drown? What am I doing that keeps me going? Ha, talking to myself - but it is called 'writing a blog' Yeah, pass the Resperidone. What's mad? What's sane? Who cares as long as it is not anti-social (is my conclusion!) Let the conversation (with myself) begin. What do I think about Summerland... Summerland was the first idea we used and I hope, we have now learned from our mistakes? Summerland is where the carer sets out to create a list of lovely experiences to help Service_User begin to feel as if life is worth living. We went to the sea, to other places...long car trips... Service_User sat quietly (happy that the CIA or MI5 could...