It seems that everywhere I go this week I’m bumping up against grief. Clients are struggling with seeing other families happily celebrating Easter while they are alone because their family is too toxic to spend time with. Another client is mourning the years she lost to an alcohol addiction she used to cope with the pain from her abuse.
I’m not immune to grief this week either. My depression has taken a marked turn for the worse in the last month. Consulting with my psychiatrist on Monday, I asked her if she felt we’d ever get my depression to abate. Thankfully, she’s always honest with me. It is hard to hear, though, that she feels remission is possible but not recovery.