Mid-September Doldrums
I’m a grown woman. I have a job that I love, a cute little home, a wonderful fiancée. I’m very lucky.
Still, every fall I get hit with the blues. On September 18th, 2004, my dad passed away and five years later, on September 19th, 2009, my mother followed. Tomorrow is their anniversary mass and today I’m just….down.
No one I know around my age has lost both parents, so they don’t really understand that the pain can feel almost unbearable.
Sometimes, there’s this feeling of being completely and utterly alone in the world, even though I have Tom and the rest of my family (aunts, uncles, cousins…I’m an only child). There’s fear and anxiety, as I no longer have parents to protect me and give me advice. They celebrated my accomplishments and helped me get over failures. They were always there for me.
And then they weren’t.
So, yeah, I’m a bit depressed.
Still, every fall I get hit with the blues. On September 18th, 2004, my dad passed away and five years later, on September 19th, 2009, my mother followed. Tomorrow is their anniversary mass and today I’m just….down.
No one I know around my age has lost both parents, so they don’t really understand that the pain can feel almost unbearable.
Sometimes, there’s this feeling of being completely and utterly alone in the world, even though I have Tom and the rest of my family (aunts, uncles, cousins…I’m an only child). There’s fear and anxiety, as I no longer have parents to protect me and give me advice. They celebrated my accomplishments and helped me get over failures. They were always there for me.
And then they weren’t.
So, yeah, I’m a bit depressed.