It's almost 3 years since husband died (tho he's is sorely missed) & the tweedles turn 18 next July. I've asked my therapist to put a stop to any talk of the tweedles unless I specifically say I need to discuss a situation as I've wasted to much time in therapy not dealing with me. I'm working with a vocational rehab counselor to see what my strengths are to possibly go back to work. I need to work, volunteer, something to get out of this house. I've worked hard to put my walker away (tho I have one in my car for emergencies) & the cane is almost gone as well. I'm a member of Luminosity (a brain training site) to work on my cognitive & memory issues after my brain injury. Saying all the above I have no clue what I'm supposed to be doing ~ I'm to the point of being terrified of leaving the house by myself. I've lost my identity. I'm not a wife ~ no, I'm a widow & I hate that. I'm not a parent in the truest sense of the word ~ I don't like the tweedles & many days I'm sure I don't love them. I say I love you because that's the thing to do. I want to work in the geriatric community in some capacity. I want to work with people not the business end of things. I'm hoping to find a way to support myself so I can keep my home. I so don't want to lose my little house. I've always been so planful of the tweedles life skills & plans. Now I'm working on mine. I'm loving & hating it. Does that make sense. thanks for the ear ~ just felt the need to share.