Broken Down

Someone I love has broken down, in the middle of nowhere.

New circumstances, fairly new environment, this person has buckled under the weight of so much.

They aren’t handling things the way some would expect they themselves would.

They are “needy”, “demanding”… frightened.

Alone.

I can’t get to where this loved one is.

Anxiety medications have been messed up somehow— bad prescription, changing circumstances— not sure why.

Instead of making sure that gets fixed, nearly everyone around them ignores, complains, mocks, laughs…

Judges.

So little compassion. Nonexistent empathy.

Patience is stretched thin.

I wish this person wasn’t suffering as they are.

But— they are.

Kindness and gentleness are needed.

Extra measures of patience.

Respect.

The health”care” system in the US is so awful. It will chew you up, spit you out, and break you financially.

If that’s not the definition of evil, I guess I don’t know what is.

In the same way a broken down car needs to have a knowledgeable mechanic to fix it, so does my loved one!

That should be the first thing— getting the root problems— solutions.