I had my weekly meal last night with my friends. This has become a little more difficult with one managing a new diet after getting out of the hospital and the other managing changing symptoms of Parkinson's. For months I have felt like the only able body person in the group and going out at the end of a long work week was something I had to prepare for instead of look forward to but last night was different. My friend with Parkinson's decided to make Pho a Vietnamese soup at her house.
He daughter an her husband are out of town for two weeks and she is enjoying the peace and quiet. We all sat around the table and talked about a lot of things. She confessed that she is depressed and that living with her daughter and her husband is too much but she feels trapped. We have never seen her like this before.
It seems like having them there is the perfect solution for her but there is a back story. Her daughter and her husband are both recovering addicts. Both with seven years which is a miracle in itself and for that she is grateful. Recently the daughter was diagnosed with cancer and is currently in remission which is also great news. Since her diagnosis she blames her mother for the fact that she was an addict and wasted her life being high. She constantly criticizes her when she is slow or makes a mess.
We all know when you start a program it takes a long time to grow up. To see your part in how you got where you are and accepting that this is what you have to work with. They have forgotten that she is physically sick too and at 78 can't be the person she was and needs encouragement instead of blame. I think with them gone the weight of the situation has really showed itself.
We don't get what we want in life and the older you get the more you have to accept it and do the grief work around it. We are lucky that we are still here but that has its on burdens. We can spend our time with the "what ifs" and even see our own part even clearer. It takes forgiveness and acceptance to see that we did our best even if it wasn't good enough sometimes.
Yesterday I did my own dumpster driving into the past. Since tomorrow would be wedding anniversary I decided to write a little about my ex-husband in my journal. He was the person that shoved me into recovery and for that I am grateful. I was free writing to see what came up. It was an ugly story of co-dependency, drinking, controlling and adultery. I participated in two out of three of those. I was severely depressed before he left because I was trapped in something I didn't understand and couldn't do anything about. I did get my freedom eventually even if it was forced on me.
The point of the writing I think was to see the truth of that situation instead of the faraway fuzzy romanticized version. Where I blame myself totally for that loss. Sometimes I think if we had stayed together I would have had children and my life would be different now. Since I was married to an alcoholic I might have children that blamed me for their addictions.
For the three of us sitting at that table we all have things to grieve. My other friend is having to change his relationship with food and give his body nutritious food. He mentioned last night how expensive it is to cook healthy good food. I know I was cooking for him until the end of the year. I have felt guilty backing away but I have my own life and he has to learn to love and take care of himself at some point.
Writing things down really helps me to see where I am emotionally. Right now I am in a good place accepting that I am alone but for the most part not lonely. My life didn't turn out like I imagined it would. It might actually be better than another route.
I will keep a closer eye on my friend and I did ask her if she thought of anti - depressants and she said her Parkinson doctor gave her a prescription a year ago. She got the bottle out and agreed she would call her doctor on Monday to check with her about taking them. I use to think all emotional problems could be solve with therapy but sometimes you need boost to deal with the day to day. When you are in a better place you can ignore the voice in or outside your head that blames you for everything.
We only have where we are now to work with and being loving, kind and patient with ourselves is the only healthy option. One day at a time.
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