Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It's 3pm --- Do You Know Where Your Leg Is?

I've started the program at the hospital this week. Already I'm learning/relearning things that may eventually help ... but there is always 3:00pm. One of our running jokes was always that we were at our worst emotionally and intellectually after 3pm, so that reminder is always a little knife. But I leave group and head home and the next thing I know the pain and the tears are overflowing. I can't begin to describe the hopelessness and despair I feel. There is nothing to replace what I've lost. Nothing but bills and furnace problems and shame and humiliation about my financial situation ... responsibilities and duties and months of this awful pain and nothing to look forward to or offer any meaning or hope. I see everything through the lens of this relationship and/or what I've lost...

Thursday, March 15, 2007

an unexpected gift ...

The one person who's been overlooked in this whole mess is my poor eight year old daughter. Within the space of two weeks, she lost Steve, the weekend trips to his house, his kids, the life we were building together -- and gained a mother who is shaky and crying and completely shattered. She's started asking to contact her father again -- which she never did as long as Steve was in her life. She even wanted to contact his former girlfriend, with whom she had been very close before that relationship ended last summer. One of her daycare "grandparents" went into the hospital which necessitated a shift in that part of her routine ... and then we went home to help out the folks after Mom had her hip replaced.Ailing grandparents ... absentee parents and parental surrogates ... basket case...

Monday, March 12, 2007

"I Never Knew What To Expect"

Feb. 26, 2007 issue - Tammi Landry, 36, loves movies—but not "Father of the Bride." It reminds her of all the ways her own painful childhood didn't measure up. Five years ago, Landry's father, a police officer in Indiana, killed himself. It was devastating for the mother of two young sons, but not a shock. Even as a little girl, she sensed something was wrong. "I never knew what to expect," says Landry, who lives in suburban Detroit. "One day, I'm at the center of his world, and the next day, he could be distant, uninterested. All hell could break loose because I left a towel on the bathroom floor." Landry realizes now that her father suffered from undiagnosed depression. "He was a man, a cop," she says. "There was never any asking for help."Depressed parents like Landry's father often leave...

Friday, March 9, 2007

... people go mad if they think too much ...

On the one hand, I'm doing everything in my power to STOP thinking these days.On the other, I could make a pretty convicing case that I'm already mad; and not just mad, descending into depths of depression I never dreamed existed.Just when you think you've seen everything, rig...

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