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<blockquote data-quote="Feeling Sad" data-source="post: 737466" data-attributes="member: 19245"><p>Dear, sister Leafy. I am so sorry that you went through all of that pain. Yes, depression smothers out any light, joy, or hope. We were, and are, both hurting. Yet, when the air is thick with depression, you have to actively fight not to be pulled down into the muck and mire. Yes, I completely understand when you stated that you had to work at stopping Hub's depression from 'infiltrating' your very being. Your newly painted walls proudly show hope and joy. A true change of environment changing one's outlook...</p><p></p><p>Your choice of paint colors sound wonderful! I have had a chip of paint on my wall for about 9 months. There it just sits. I am proud of you for accomplishing so much on your house. You go, girl!</p><p></p><p>I went with my best friend up the coast to Santa Ynes to go wine tasting. It was an idyllic day. We had no time schedule. She belongs to several winery clubs, so it was free. We just sipped, sat, talked, ate, shopped, and relaxed. We took our time. It was lovely.</p><p></p><p>My friend has worries, as well. She lost her third son to Leukemia at age 10. She now has a granddaughter with bilary atresia, who developed 50% cirrhosis of the liver at 9 weeks and under went surgery. She will need a liver transplant before she reaches adulthood. The prognosis daunting. My friend has such strength, just like my warrior sisters.</p><p></p><p>I still feel so badly about telling her a while ago that it is so difficult to deal with the constant grief of missing my eldest schizophrenic son, without any closure. I said that statement, and then quickly regretted doing so. She just politely replied, "No, you don't want closure".</p><p></p><p>I can't even imagine what you are going through...missing Hubs and having 2 wayward addicted daughters. I am so glad that you have your youngest at home still. That is what helped my friend. She still had to pull herself out of bed each morning to care for her other 2 sons.</p><p></p><p>She recently lost her sister, without warning. Yet, she never has a negative attitude. You and Copa are down, yet you still find productive activities to do each day. You guys are good role models. I bet your 'jungle' is gorgeous. My backyard is very over-grown, as well, but not lush and green like yours in Hawaii.</p><p></p><p>I think that you are right. Copa also mentioned the same thing. We have survivors guilt. Not over the fact that we are alive, which I had after my brain surgery when my roommates passed away, but rather, we are unscathed by mental illness and addiction . Our minds are our own. Yes, I feel guilty living in a house and sleeping in a bed. My poor son is tall and cannot stretch out his legs in his dilapidated compact car each night.</p><p></p><p>But, you are also very correct in stating that life is short. I had the true joy and appreciation of life when I woke up without right-sided paralysis and memory loss after my brain tumor was removed. It was like a drug. I just beamed pure happiness. I appreciated every little vignette or phrase. Then, life started to slowly chip this away. I lost 2 roommates in the hospital and one had slurred speech and could not remember her husband or children. I started to have survivor's guilt. I got divorced a year later, my father died, I dealt with my 2 schizophrenic sisters, and my beloved son was stolen by the ravages of schizophrenia. Life whittled away at my joy of being alive. That is what is totally zapping any hope. I miss my eldest son all of the time and I am petrified that my second son might be becoming schizophrenic, as well. Both of my sisters were affected and at times, he says something or acts like my eldest in the earlier stages. It is in slow motion, and I helplessly look on.</p><p></p><p>I don't remember, Leafy. Did your 2 addicted girls start to have issues around the same time? You have gone through a lot.</p><p></p><p>I am glad that you are being active and enjoying your summer. Copa sounds busy with productive endeavors, as well. Yes, we have to model for our children the correct way to deal with stress and hurdles in life. Take care, sweet Leafy. Enjoy your summer. Back to school supplies are, sadly, already displayed. Talk about a downer...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Feeling Sad, post: 737466, member: 19245"] Dear, sister Leafy. I am so sorry that you went through all of that pain. Yes, depression smothers out any light, joy, or hope. We were, and are, both hurting. Yet, when the air is thick with depression, you have to actively fight not to be pulled down into the muck and mire. Yes, I completely understand when you stated that you had to work at stopping Hub's depression from 'infiltrating' your very being. Your newly painted walls proudly show hope and joy. A true change of environment changing one's outlook... Your choice of paint colors sound wonderful! I have had a chip of paint on my wall for about 9 months. There it just sits. I am proud of you for accomplishing so much on your house. You go, girl! I went with my best friend up the coast to Santa Ynes to go wine tasting. It was an idyllic day. We had no time schedule. She belongs to several winery clubs, so it was free. We just sipped, sat, talked, ate, shopped, and relaxed. We took our time. It was lovely. My friend has worries, as well. She lost her third son to Leukemia at age 10. She now has a granddaughter with bilary atresia, who developed 50% cirrhosis of the liver at 9 weeks and under went surgery. She will need a liver transplant before she reaches adulthood. The prognosis daunting. My friend has such strength, just like my warrior sisters. I still feel so badly about telling her a while ago that it is so difficult to deal with the constant grief of missing my eldest schizophrenic son, without any closure. I said that statement, and then quickly regretted doing so. She just politely replied, "No, you don't want closure". I can't even imagine what you are going through...missing Hubs and having 2 wayward addicted daughters. I am so glad that you have your youngest at home still. That is what helped my friend. She still had to pull herself out of bed each morning to care for her other 2 sons. She recently lost her sister, without warning. Yet, she never has a negative attitude. You and Copa are down, yet you still find productive activities to do each day. You guys are good role models. I bet your 'jungle' is gorgeous. My backyard is very over-grown, as well, but not lush and green like yours in Hawaii. I think that you are right. Copa also mentioned the same thing. We have survivors guilt. Not over the fact that we are alive, which I had after my brain surgery when my roommates passed away, but rather, we are unscathed by mental illness and addiction . Our minds are our own. Yes, I feel guilty living in a house and sleeping in a bed. My poor son is tall and cannot stretch out his legs in his dilapidated compact car each night. But, you are also very correct in stating that life is short. I had the true joy and appreciation of life when I woke up without right-sided paralysis and memory loss after my brain tumor was removed. It was like a drug. I just beamed pure happiness. I appreciated every little vignette or phrase. Then, life started to slowly chip this away. I lost 2 roommates in the hospital and one had slurred speech and could not remember her husband or children. I started to have survivor's guilt. I got divorced a year later, my father died, I dealt with my 2 schizophrenic sisters, and my beloved son was stolen by the ravages of schizophrenia. Life whittled away at my joy of being alive. That is what is totally zapping any hope. I miss my eldest son all of the time and I am petrified that my second son might be becoming schizophrenic, as well. Both of my sisters were affected and at times, he says something or acts like my eldest in the earlier stages. It is in slow motion, and I helplessly look on. I don't remember, Leafy. Did your 2 addicted girls start to have issues around the same time? You have gone through a lot. I am glad that you are being active and enjoying your summer. Copa sounds busy with productive endeavors, as well. Yes, we have to model for our children the correct way to deal with stress and hurdles in life. Take care, sweet Leafy. Enjoy your summer. Back to school supplies are, sadly, already displayed. Talk about a downer... [/QUOTE]
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