Today is the birthday of Aine MacAoda, my poet friend who passed away last August. Seeing the reminder, made me sad and reminded me of how much she meant to me.
We were bonded by the Omagh bombing and the birth of my daughter. My daughter and I are having a difference of opinion, and I feel distressed that we cannot get to common ground.
It all swirls together and becomes an emotional mess. I must act with compassion which is not always what people think it is. Compassion is doing the right thing. Not pandering and becoming a doormat to be walked on. Compassion is solving the problem for someone, at times it can be confrontational.
Even so, I am distressed and must look for joy in this day.
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 