It is difficult however when I feel this way. On the one hand, I feel more in control and in some areas of my life, my confidence seems to be growing, yet I still struggle with crippling anxiety even in the happiest of situations.
Right now I just feel so lost, and as time goes on I seem to be missing my mum more and more than ever, and it's not getting any better. I am trying to fight off the possibility of sinking back into yet another depression episode. I am alive and have so much to be thankful for. British Summer Time officially started today, which means that we are guaranteed 6 months of more daylight and if we're lucky, a bit of decent weather along with it.
But I cry a lot these days, especially on Thursdays.
Thursday nights were always our special night, a kind of unofficial start to the weekend when we would put our feet up, forget the housework, eat cake and watch TV. My mum passed away on a Thursday, and maybe that is in the back of my mind. If something bad is going to happen, it will happen on a Thursday. That recent household emergency - it happened on a Thursday of course. Or those two buses I waited for, which never arrived and meant that I had over a half-hour wait for transport on a very cold/wet night from the supermarket - why of course, that will happen on a Thursday.
Today is Mother's Day, although that is not the reason for triggering this post as my mum (and my gran before her) couldn't stand this annual commemoration - they would both say that "every day should be Mother's Day". That is so true. So if you are reading this, please treasure every moment spent with your mother. Yes, there will be times when they will frustrate you, when they will be overbearing and dominant, when they will still treat you like a child even when you are well into adulthood. But there will come a time when they will no longer be there. And that will hurt like no other pain that you can imagine.
