I was scrolling through your poetry but the title of this post caught my attention.
Here's a trick: You can't be thankful and depressed at the same time.
Be thankful. It's that simple.
My Mom, the parent from whom I inherited my mind, is seven years into Alzheimer's Disease. Until you've seen it up close, you can't imagine. It's no way to live, and no way to die. You don't have to look far to find someone worse off in one way or another.
Be thankful for what you have, instead of being depressed about what you haven't.
Shit happens. All we can do is make the best of the imperfect situations that we call our lives. Remember, 95% is not perfect, but it still gets you into Harvard.
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You are right. This is true. I recoiled at your statement initially, You can't be thankful and depressed at the same time.
I don't consider myself depressed. I look upon depression very clinically (psych nurse), but I am ill at ease emotionally with my current circumstances... So there is definitely something that conflicts with thankfulness.
I have experienced Alzheimer's up close, it is devastating, I am sorry for your loss. The loss of someone through this process is protracted terrible. I am watching someone very close to me with cerebral atrophy and calcification. I am also directly in line from it, in a lineal genetic way...
My own situation, has caused me profound limitations on mobility and pain. Out of control pain does rob dignity and a sense of coping, widespread misunderstanding compounds that struggle. I am learning to deal with a genetic condition that I have confirmed to have passed to my children too.
My current transition is not something that I am easing through. In the midst of it, the hospitalisations, the time away from my kids, the inability to parent them, extreme isolation of our family. These have been very hard. I spent approx. 3 months in hospital last year, my children didn't see me. Now I am home I can not parent them without the help of my mother, who is being treated for cancer and has a degenerative brain condition. She is the only person that helps me and my husband.