‘Twas a mixed bag our Xmas. And now I’m recovering my marbles back here with some space on my own again.
In the wondrous wild west coast in 2 cottages with my delightful son and gf, lovely friends and…..and my mum. Oh jeez. That was hard. Nightmarish. She was controlling, instructional, critical and nearly constantly so. That was so hard to be around. It wasn’t just me who found it difficult too, we all did. Though it very much triggered me from having had a childhood of it. And she was also very funny at one point making us laugh doing rap songs generated by the AI. It wasn’t all awful by any means, many fun moments, mostly without her. Long walks with my son and his gf J and my friends. Lots of visits to the cottage from old friends I haven’t seen since before covid.
And there was a long long heavy psychological group conversation, the 7 of us all being open about the mental health issues that 4 of the group were going through. and at the end, my articulate son shot me and Steph down in flames with our solution focused approach and it almost seemed to undo any glimmers of hope that were planted. As he was saying it was a generational thing that we don’t understand. I am concerned about the youngest of the group, K who is 21. He may be a suicide risk as he is deep in hopelessness. My son at least has his gf and she has him and he does fossil hunting and has ideas of uplifting plans. I’m loving him being here and really like his gf. They have gone out for the day.
I don’t know what to do about K, how to be of help. He is my closest friend’s son. I sent some AI playground stuff on the dissertation he has to write for uni. And let him know I was here if he want to talk about anything. So many people around me seem to be struggling. What if he killed himself and there was something I could have done, we could have done and didn’t do that might have made a difference. I need some help with this. I don’t know what else I can do. I’m putting suicidal,in the tags for this in case anyone can come up with something. I do t even know what it’s like to feel depressed. Anxious yes, but not depressed.
Off to the woods in this pouring rain. Ask the universe for help.