Oh dear. I can hit "edit" and fix the typos, or just leave 'em:
Many f of us our too young to remember....
It's a freewrite, and this is that rare time I stopped after five minutes and didn't even take time to proofread. Chaos, drama, trauma, nothing is changing for the better around here, though I meditate and pray and read books like Jay Shetty's 8 Rules of Love (ridiculous title/concept; rules!), which is based in the Vedas, and now reading a Buddhist book, and they all sound like the Gospels, more or less, with talk of stepping beyond our egos, with empathy and compassion and consideration for others.
Ohhhh the chaos, the crippling chaos and drama, of family.
Those hermits on the mountaintops, those nuns in convents and monks in monasteries, knew a thing or two we daughters/sisters/mothers did not.
Families can be such a trial that I marvel how any of us escape them with our sanity intact...or do we?
I did once consider nunhood, it sounded such a good deal. Bed, board, and a lot of tranquility in return for a few aul prayers...then I grew up.
I know you're having a very rough time of it and I hope that your writing at least provides some emotional release for you.
LOL, being a nun or priest, these days, does sound like a good gig! Those young priests, especially, get wined and dined and fussed over and appreciated and loved. Here in the Midwest, and probably even more so in predominantly Catholic cultures.
Thanks for the kind thoughts! It did feel good to write a wee bit today....