A quiet Sunday

A quiet Sunday morning. Everyone is sleeping, meanwhile I’m up too early because I can’t sleep. I’m enjoying a cup of coffee, sitting in my chair with Bruno sleeping close to me. Also, I’m thinking too much and that’s a problem.

This will be the last week my in laws will be here in North Dakota. They would be going back to Puerto Rico after spending two months with us and my husband is making this trip with them. Also, it will be my last week of vacation the new school year would begin on the 23rd.

My summer has been a fun one. I made a few trips, drink a few spritzers, and ate too much ice cream. I work in my flower garden, made a few changes outside in my backyard, and around the house. I did enjoy having all the grandkids together during the week of the wedding, and the weather has been great for BBQ’s, lake, and walking. However, my depression has been awful. I’m not taking any MEDs (doctor orders) and it’s harder to stay focused. When the depression takes over, I can’t stop crying, and I don’t feel safe.

I always thought at this stage of my life, it would be easier. My home is free of children, the house looks cleaner, it’s quiet, and I can do whatever I want. However, I feel lonely, and more depressed than when I’ve a full house and running around. At this point in my life I’ve to figure out what should I do next and how I can battle this depression.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “A quiet Sunday

  1. There are many women just like you. I have always had my inner world, even while the our children were still at home, waiting for the time to express itself. Still, I often miss the sense of purpose I had as a mother and homemaker…plus all those free hugs! 😊

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