Bad days

I hate when I have bad days.

On bad days I find life cruel. When I think about my Mum, I am full of not only sadness, but also anger. I don’t understand why an illness like dementia has to happen to her when she doesn’t deserve it. She never did anything wrong, yet now she has lost most of her memories and abilities. I don’t get it.

It’s days like this that make me want to scream.