I recently had to move into my 85 y/o mother's house to help take care of her. At the time this came about, it was the last thing I wanted to do. I had left a bad relationship, and l was living on my own, paying my own bills, without a husband, for the first time ever. I was learning to live all over again, learning who I was all over again. Solitude was my friend.
Reluctantly, I packed everything up and moved back home. I've been here for 3 months now. In my bedroom I have my favorite recliner, my big-screen TV, and my big comfy bed. It's a place where I can still have my solitude, but be close by if Mom needs me. I have enjoyed having someone nearby, in the same house with me. I never realized how lonely and depressed I felt, sitting there all alone in my apartment.
There were many devastating things that happened over the last few years, and I have battled frustration, depression, hopelessness, and despair. I truly felt like I might never know happiness again.
As I sit in my recliner, reflecting on my life now, I realize that I am truly happy. I am content with my circumstances. I feel hope for my future. I see so many things in myself that I'd almost lost sight of. It is a wonderful feeling to wake up with joy every day - and for that, I am GRATEFUL!
