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Total Compassion Fatigue

Total Compassion Fatigue. You are crooning my song. It is sad and weary and irritating, so help me along…. All the compassion I have left I am saving now for me I am tired of trying to help non-thinkers from sea to shining sea. I nurture myself now, from day through noon and beyond. Playing with my paint, writing poetry with my own magic wand. I used to care about others, but it got me nowhere. Landed me in Covid19 land, where so many don’t care Why should I wear a mask? My own sister says. It takes away my rights. But what about the rights of others? I ask. But she does not have the brights. Two thousand and twenty started out hellish for us both any way. We lost our mother to cancer, which is a horrible, slow, sluggish, mean way. I was wiped of compassion, had none left for the rest of you Then this virus came along, and it seems much worse than the flu I was thrown out of my office, into a house with a mad man I married. He is used to his own space, so we have both suffered, harried. Total Compassion Fatigue. You are crooning my song. It is sad and weary and irritating, so help me along….

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