Living on the Edge 191; The Care Home…

Maggie was restless. She couldn’t sleep, hadn’t done for days. The truth was that she had too much on her mind, too many souls to take care of and she was beginning to fall apart herself. But self-care was way down on her list of priorities. She had been promised some extra funding and so a new extension was in progress, with a dedicated mental health facility, however, it wasn’t happening soon enough.

“The problems won’t wait till there’s room for them you know,” she lamented as she filled in yet another application form. And, as if to prove her point, as she finished speaking the words, another broken spirit limped into view, tears streaming down his façade.

“Oh come here to me you poor wee devil,” cried Maggie. “ I’m sure we can find space for both you and your troubles. And we’ll see if we can’t work out a way through together, so we will.”

She poured another cup of tea, dished up another large helping of empathy and made room for one more under her over-crowded wing. Funding be damned, she couldn’t stop herself, she was going to save every last one of them, so help her…