My heart aches

My heart aches.

It aches for my son, who has been struggling for more than five years now with depression, anxiety disorder, and addiction.

It aches because I know he is alone. He has no friends his own age. He really has no friends at all, except for fellow members of the program. I can only imagine how hard it must be for him to deal with everything he’s dealing with without having any peers to lean on. Or talk to. Or go to a movie with. Or take a walk with. Or just hang out with.

My heart especially aches because I know this is something my son will have to figure out and resolve on his own. And I know socializing is so very hard for him.

I hope and pray every day that a breakthrough will come and that someone will come into my son’s life and help make him feel “normal” again. He doesn’t deserve to be all alone.

I'm drained

It's been awhile since I've made a blog post. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's been a lack of energy. Maybe I've been avoiding it. Or maybe it's been a combination of those two things.

Truth be told, things have not been going very well lately. I won't go into details, because I'm just too tired. The last couple of weeks have been extremely draining, both physically and emotionally. It's hard to explain, but I feel like the life is being sucked out of me. And that's not a good feeling.

Here's hoping something positive happens soon. I sure could use it.