Here we are at the start of a new year. I have to start by saying, I am grumpy, sad and really tired of being this way. It has been brought to my attention (by my counselor) that I am caring for those around me, but in return, I have no one to comfort me. As I have discussed before, my husband wants to shut it away and not mention it, so I really can't turn to him. Kelsey struggles enough herself, I don't need to add to it. So that leaves me alone. I have not snapped out of this season of struggle like I normally do. I suppose it is compounded this year, and just hard to break thru to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Paul has always tried to make me happy, to see my needs and take care of them. To keep me afloat. Well with his brother dying almost a year ago, Paul's depression has worsened. He struggles so much himself that he can't see beyond it. Understandable, but just adding to my struggles because I worry about him, and because his behavior has changed to ...
People who have not lost a child just don't understand the long-term impact. The lack of interest in other people and their family's day to day trivial problems, really don't have any meaning to me. I don't keep up with families of other people all I want to do is be by myself it's not necessarily a depression, it's just not wanting to be around everyone else and all of their miscellaneous issues. They are nothing compared to what I have been through and I have no patience for listening to it. I think I am just having a grumpy day.
I talked with a lady yesterday, about my age, who had lost a son to suicide about a year ago. She is obviously heart broken. As I can understand. But it made me stop and think about guilt. I don't have any guilt with Korry's accident and death. It was totally out of my control. But I imagine if I had a child who committed suicide, I would feel so very guilty that I didn't do enough, somewhere along the line. And I don't know how it would be to live with that. This being said, this woman I was speaking with said her son (30 yrs old) was a good boy, no drugs, or problems like that. He was financially stable and had a good job. For whatever reasons his girlfriend of over 8 years broke up with him and he was devastated. Apparently this woman had been staying with him (out of state) and came back home and was unable to return soon because she became sick with the flu. This was the time the son decided to commit suicide. This is awful enough, but he s...
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