Deirdre Geraghty

I had a very upsetting argument with family and it went on until late into the night. Then l couldn’t sleep so I have come back downstairs. I am tolerated apparently throughout my life and only because I am mentally ill. Makes me wonder if I should just keep myself to myself, a thought I have spent my life pondering, but I love them all, without exception. I should have learned my lesson by now to just not speak my mind in their company. Reminds me of a dear friend who named them the Borgias when she asked after them.