I am often told to stop worrying or that I worry too much. I feel that some see it as a fault while I see it as a testament of my love.
My sister-in-law underwent heart surgery today, and I have been in a constant state of worry. I woke up in the middle of the night, finding that the worry had spread to my daughter, my lesson tomorrow, my teaching - pretty much anything that came into my head.
I put white noise on my phone and slept fitfully. As expected, I woke up tired and worried.
The waiting was hard. Not being able to see her is hard. Finally, word came that the surgery was over and the tubes were out. She is on the other side, but the worry does not stop.
When you care deeply, one can't help it
Only fueled by a true love and tender care
Revisiting cherished memories to
Replace the worst case scenario thoughts
You matter to me
I understand! As a fellow worrier, I know how hard it can be to care so deeply. I think it's like grief - they say that grief is the measure of love. Maybe worry is also a measure of love. I hope your sister-in-law will have a smooth recovery and many years ahead to enjoy.
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