I feel like I am starting to come out the other side of my latest bout of depression and anxiety. It felt so heavy and every time I sat down to write the words wouldn’t come. I still have the same worries that drove me into that dark space, The only thing that has changed is how I am handling them.
My youngest daughter still is not speaking to me, really. I reach out to her now and again just to say I love her and I miss her. I don’t usually get a reply although she did reply one time and we had a very brief conversation via text. She has not replied to any subsequent messages from me. I feel a lot of pain from this situation but there is nothing I can do except keep reaching out and being patient.
My son is in a tight spot. He and his family had to move from their apartment because the owner of the house sold it. They were not able to find a new place within their budget and are now sleeping in a shed in the backyard of his girlfriend’s grandmother’s home. The children are staying in the house with the grandmother. Again, there is absolutely nothing I can do. I haven’t the income to be able to help financially nor do I live anywhere close to them so I can’t give them a place to stay.
I have accepted that there is nothing I can do for either my son or youngest daughter. Worrying about them isn’t going to help anyone, least of all me. It’s easier said than done and I put effort into not worrying every day by doing other activities which are calming for me.
My Phoenix Rising 