Nothing new, nothing good.
I've been lucky. I have my own problems with chronic depression, but my reaction has never been to sink into paranoia, like Mum. I'm also not cursed with her particular brain chemistry, which covers a lot, right there.
Nope, MY reaction is to buy things. Usually food, which then sits in a cupboard or in the fridge and spoils/goes stale/gets forgotten because my appetite takes a dive, especially when the trouble is Mum's weirdness. And SHE certainly doesn't want to eat. I think she gets afraid the food has something in it that will do her harm, like I've tainted it somehow. I don't know why. It's not like I've ever medicated her food or anything, though I've been tempted, I can tell you.
I just spent $100+ on various things (O Mastercard, you are a thing of great beauty and even greater evil) including a couple of DVDs to make myself feel better: Grease (Olivia Newton-John/Vinnie Barbarino-hee!) and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Jane Powell/Howard Keel), two musicals I've loved since I was a kid. Yeah, I know musicals won't solve anything, but in musicals, everything GETS solved. And there's dancing.
VS tells me RG's movements are more purposeful still. I don't know if I feel anything about it. I suspect I've already let him go, so re-attachment will be hard, if it happens. I tend to let people go easily. I even know why, but I won't bore you with the details.
(Notes mad cheering in distance, assumes this is because there will be no pop-psychobabble self-analysis, pats self on back.)
Nope, MY reaction is to buy things. Usually food, which then sits in a cupboard or in the fridge and spoils/goes stale/gets forgotten because my appetite takes a dive, especially when the trouble is Mum's weirdness. And SHE certainly doesn't want to eat. I think she gets afraid the food has something in it that will do her harm, like I've tainted it somehow. I don't know why. It's not like I've ever medicated her food or anything, though I've been tempted, I can tell you.
I just spent $100+ on various things (O Mastercard, you are a thing of great beauty and even greater evil) including a couple of DVDs to make myself feel better: Grease (Olivia Newton-John/Vinnie Barbarino-hee!) and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Jane Powell/Howard Keel), two musicals I've loved since I was a kid. Yeah, I know musicals won't solve anything, but in musicals, everything GETS solved. And there's dancing.
VS tells me RG's movements are more purposeful still. I don't know if I feel anything about it. I suspect I've already let him go, so re-attachment will be hard, if it happens. I tend to let people go easily. I even know why, but I won't bore you with the details.
(Notes mad cheering in distance, assumes this is because there will be no pop-psychobabble self-analysis, pats self on back.)