The last few weeks have been difficult. The winter depression has hit me particularly hard this year. A good night's sleep been non-existent. I'm lucky to get 4 hours of sleep per night. In between crying jags, I was dwelling on how yucky I felt. Then the phone calls began.
My cousin died in Afghanistan this week.
A homeschool friend from the town where we previously lived lost a son to suicide.
My neighbor filed for divorce and was later arrested during a domestic altercation.
A dear friend is also undergoing extreme stress.
My little troubles no longer seem so important. Loneliness will not kill me. My children (even when they drive me crazy) are reasonably healthy, happy, and enrich my life on so many levels. I may not spend as much time with my husband as I would like, but we have a rock solid marriage and still love each other after all these years. My children who are searching for employment have taken part-time work and fill their spare time with productive endeavors.
The depression is still here, but it seems so much easier to count all the wonderful blessing that God has given me.