Madness string 102553

Random mermaid
The knowing that something is broken, something is wrong, but no acceptable way to explain it, no acceptable way to express it, and no acceptable way to avoid the effects of it. So you keep doing the motions, keep subjecting yourself to the trauma, hoping that eventually you'll stop feeling it or stop caring that you feel it.

I don't know, my father is slipping away as his brain is turning to swiss cheese. Two siblings and myself, we're all pretty well fine with it. Our mother seems more affected, but not too much, not really. Dementia would be terrible for someone who was wonderful.