So down tonight, a week long visit from a friend and his wife who I've known for 55 years. A gentle laughter filled soul and his mind is going, and it's quite noticeable, and at one point he reared up at his wife and this was so out of character to the person he once was.
It feels like a bereavement.
He and I used to hang out with another guy in the 60's and 70's who has been in a slough of anxiety and depression ever since his first daughter died some years ago.
Ma in law is ageing badly, withdrawn, again incredibly anxious and depressed and my other half has had to go back to England for a while to try and sort her.
So I'm sitting here alone, I'm looking back over premature bereavements, lovers and friends gone before, and life just really seems to be a series of continual losses-
I've had reactive depression before but have just always had sufficient resouces not to spiral down.
And tonight... feels very painful. A f***ing great wall of grief-
Is serial loss somehow accumulative because I thought I'd dealt with most of this years ago?
Or is it seeing my dear friend so reduced and realising I'm not immortal.
Thanks for the space to express all this.