Some days are much tougher than others, but I get through either way.
The “tougher” part is in realizing that mom’s memory will not improve, and that brings all sorts of thoughts to mind, and causes anxiousness.
No matter what I think or feel, this is a one day at a time situation and I gotta breath and keep going, keep moving.
Mom can’t do some stuff she has done before and to keep her safe, I can’t either.
Inevitable, yeah, some things are.