When it's not your own?
I'm not saying that I don't have days where I'm depressed. Actually, I probably am. But I'm getting by and I have so much I have to deal with that I don't want to think about myself right now. Caring for Little Man, keeping on top of his EI appointments, keeping the house neat-ish, walking the dog, being a good wife... then there's my mother and my brother.
Both of them are clinically depressed. There's a lot to their situations. Too much to get into here. And, since this is a public blog that (maybe) people who actually know me read, it's not my place to say more. But I am very worried about both of them.
I wish life were easier. I wish I could wave a magic wand and erase their pain. Cure Parkinson's. Cure chronic pain. But I can't. And I can't help people who reject my help either through tears or anger.
There are days when mothering a whiny (from possible two-year-molars, I don't know) toddler is the EASY part.
*hugs* I know what you mean. If you ever need to vent, I'm just an email away. That way no one who you don't want to read can see it.
ReplyDeletei used to be the one everyone else in my family turned to. i had little friends because to me, family meant everything. i was always there for them, no matter what. and then, one day in my very late 20s, i realized that was no way to live and started living life for ME. it's hard to be a little selfish at times, but an absolute must IMO. i'm not saying be cruel or ignore those that may need us; i'm just saying to be sure to put you and yours (meaning you, your H, your child) first and foremost and when and if you can help others, then do so. but even then, there's only so much you can do...
ReplyDeleteI want to give you a big hug, Robyn. I want to give you a big hug then treat you to a cup of tea and a chat.
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