a rare calm moment "Both my friends have their self destructive ways to escape what is happening. Eric drinks. Mary despises Eric for his drinking. I see my friend Mary as a tormented genius with insanely low self esteem which she won't acknowledge, instead attributing her thoughts to Freud's Death Instinct (!?!) She has no idea of emotional boundaries and then is filled with self loathing for falling to pieces. Sometimes I think it's Who's afraid of Virginia Wolf in pediatric cancer ward." I wrote this a few days ago when emotions were running so high. There seems to be some peace in the last few days- not from grief but from anger. Mary wants a map of every possible thing that could happen and what the response will be and this just isn't going to happen. H came over yesterday to the house and spent some time first with me and then with Mary. She was so helpful. She nursed her husband back from cancer only to lose him in an accident......
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