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<blockquote data-quote="Echolette" data-source="post: 648401" data-attributes="member: 17269"><p>The warmth of the forum!</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Right. It doesn't work for me. I don't think pretending it doesn't matter is the end goal..I may have thought so before, and it was a good way station, but....I think I need to go further into acceptance. It is not that it doesn't matter. It is only that it is.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I am even a step beyond this...I understand, I believe, I KNOW that it isn't going to change. Not anymore. Not with all the years of this. Not with his illness. Not in this lifetime. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Right? But it didn't, did it. Or maybe it did for your son...something seems to be budging him a long, I think I will give you credit!!!! Not so much for mine. All that happened was that he slipped from sight. To continue his self destruction, his suffering, perhaps his joy, out of sight. Out of my life.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes I drift into thinking I have only three children. That is so awful in my mommy heart that I feel sick when that happens. But also...relieved. Wouldn't that be nice? just three? With normal, threesome problems? One is struggling in school. One has a whacked out body image. One is approaching college graduation, with the stress and excitment that comes with Grown Up Life. What if they were all I had to deal with?</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Tanya, thank you for recognizing and sharing SAD. I forgot about Vitamin D, I'll try that.</p><p></p><p>One thing about having my own mental illness, it does teach me a humbling lesson..that when I am in the grips of it I cannot see clearly, I cannot remember how to help myself, I cannot control my irritation, my snappiness, my despair, my tears, my hollow, seated, waiting. I can't remember how to go for a run, how to meditate, how to cook.</p><p></p><p>It is good to feel these things myself. It helps me take a step closer to not judging.</p><p></p><p>Echo</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Echolette, post: 648401, member: 17269"] The warmth of the forum! Right. It doesn't work for me. I don't think pretending it doesn't matter is the end goal..I may have thought so before, and it was a good way station, but....I think I need to go further into acceptance. It is not that it doesn't matter. It is only that it is. I am even a step beyond this...I understand, I believe, I KNOW that it isn't going to change. Not anymore. Not with all the years of this. Not with his illness. Not in this lifetime. Right? But it didn't, did it. Or maybe it did for your son...something seems to be budging him a long, I think I will give you credit!!!! Not so much for mine. All that happened was that he slipped from sight. To continue his self destruction, his suffering, perhaps his joy, out of sight. Out of my life. Sometimes I drift into thinking I have only three children. That is so awful in my mommy heart that I feel sick when that happens. But also...relieved. Wouldn't that be nice? just three? With normal, threesome problems? One is struggling in school. One has a whacked out body image. One is approaching college graduation, with the stress and excitment that comes with Grown Up Life. What if they were all I had to deal with? Tanya, thank you for recognizing and sharing SAD. I forgot about Vitamin D, I'll try that. One thing about having my own mental illness, it does teach me a humbling lesson..that when I am in the grips of it I cannot see clearly, I cannot remember how to help myself, I cannot control my irritation, my snappiness, my despair, my tears, my hollow, seated, waiting. I can't remember how to go for a run, how to meditate, how to cook. It is good to feel these things myself. It helps me take a step closer to not judging. Echo [/QUOTE]
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