But part of me relishes indulging in the old, familiar sickness now that my children are gone. It’s so much easier to focus on “little” than to step up to write the book, take on the big project, save for retirement, or have messy conversations with my parents and those now grown children. Over the years, whatever my worry, being “little” has always consoled me.
Goddamnit. Thank you for articulating this so beautifully.
In recovery now for the second time, trying to navigate and untangle all of the intersections.