Intersections of alignment, now our senses of design bent 💮
Over winter break I went back home to rekindle my relationship with my parents. I used to resent how I was raised — in a household that valued productivity and performance over process.
My mom had recently suffered panic attacks sending her to the emergency room. Now diagnosed with anxiety, she feels shattered and lost. I am ashamed that this had to be my calling; deciding between letting her feel helpless because she prefers not to bother the stranger she calls son, and putting aside our dysfunctional past so she doesn’t have to feel alone.
She’s doing much better now, and I’m happy that we are learning to be a family again. In the end family is all that we have.