How To Keep It Together When You’re Depressed

I had a quiet Easter this year feeling like a parent with estranged children who are here and yet not here (if you know what I mean). That feeling sometimes makes me feel a little depressed and alone. However of course, I do know this is just a stage in life. Children leave their nest, they go but they will come back and years from now I am sure my children will be talking to me and sharing their joy or troubles with me, that will be another phase in life.
Am reblogging this article as it is neatly written and I had been there before, a good read for those who feel alone (or depressed) for whatever reason, there are others who feel the same. No one is alone.

I won’t do it again

Daily Prompt: To Boldly Go…
by Krista on November 27, 2013

An impending new year gives rise to reflection and goal setting. What will your goals for 2014 be? It’s never to early to start thinking about self improvement!

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONTEMPLATION.


This poem was written as a reflection of the past,
a guide to remember, a key for my goal for the new year.

Often times
I did something
but later wished I should not have done that
then told myself and those who care
that ‘I won’t do it again’.

Like a child
who was naughty
after breaking her favorite toy
begged her mum for a new one
with the promise ‘I won’t do it again’.

Like a teenager
in a puppy love
when he ignored her
sobbed her heart out
reminded herself ‘I won’t do it again’.

Like some parents
with adult children
in denial of parent-child estrangement
compromised one day
hugged each other and said ‘I won’t do it again’.

Like any grandparents
voluntary full time baby sitters
although fully retired
yet has no leisure time
often told themselves, ‘I won’t do it again’.

Is it a regret or is it too late
to put things right
how many more times
do I have to say
‘I won’t do it again’.

i wont do it again

We are still friends

“If every divorce were a ‘War of the Roses’, there would be blood on the streets!”
points out Barbara Quick, author of
Still Friends: Living Happily Ever After… Even if your Marriage Falls Apart.


I am feeling a bit sad today, may have even shed a little tear.  My ex husband, my best friend just left for the airport after a month’s visit.  I am at the stage of my life where kids have grown up and suddenly they have nothing to say to me.  After over twenty years of upbringing, mother and child(ren) (or children and mother rather) no longer see eye to eye.  Having my ex husband visited was such a blessing and a comfort for me especially at a time when I felt so alone in my life.  Alone because I am going through mother and adult children estrangement if that is the word to describe what I am going through now.  At this stage of my life, although I have children, one of them if not both or even all three are estranged children.  It was good to have someone to talk to at home other than just talking to Toby.  Toby listened, prick up his ears, looked at me in the eye, sniffed and licked me but he does not talk back.


My ex husband is that one special man in my life.  We drifted apart when we were younger, too focused in building our individual career that we loose our connection and ended our marriage.  We finally divorced after years of living apart but we stayed in touch as friends.  Sharing our children, we are still part of one family.  We will grow old together as best friends.


On a lighter note, I will post an old parable that I found while searching online for a support group for parents going through adult children estrangement.  Thank you for sharing.

An Olde Parable

Posted on 07/28/13, 02:43 am’t-want-you/

If our ECs (estranged children) expect their own children to treat them kindly, they need to take a few moments to reflect on the way they behave toward us. They should take into account that respecting us now is an investment in how they’ll be treated when their own children become adults. Children learn by our example.
There is an old parable about Samuel whose elderly father kept spilling soup on the tablecloth because of his trembling fingers. One evening the old man dropped a fine teacup and it fell to the floor and broke.
“From now on you will eat in your room, Father,” declared Samuel . “Here is a wooden bowl for you to use. This, you cannot break!”
The next day Samuel came home and saw his very young son sitting on the floor trying to carve out a chunk of wood. “Little Jake, what are you doing?” Samuel asked the boy.
“It’s for you, Father,” the son explained, “so you can use it to eat in your room when you are old and your hands start to shake.”
When their own adult children toss them the wooden bowl, they will understand how much they have hurt us.
On a positive note of course I know I will overcome this little hurdle knowing that my one special man in my life is still my best friend.  Together we will overcome.
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