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I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the support, the advice, and for being so understanding... 🙂

Regarding travel, she has absolutely no desire to head to the coast with me, let alone go on a proper trip... everything about it just feels overwhelming to her right now.

The relationship between my mom and dad is quite complex, though in a way, it’s actually very simple when you look at how most men and women interact... Dad is everything to her and she is everything to him, but I don't know, she was just one in a long line of people during those years when he was still in his prime, and nowadays they function more like close friends, almost like siblings.

She has always been incredibly jealous, whereas he tends to be more laid back and cool about things.

They usually get up around the same time, somewhere between 7:00 and 8:00 AM, have breakfast together, check their blood pressure, take their heart medications, blood pressure pills, and hers for the depression... They cook lunch, sometimes she handles it, but if she's feeling particularly unwell, then he takes over. They eat, then they rest, watching soap operas or whatever is on TV, and by 8:00 or 9:00 PM, they are heading to bed... It's quite monotonous, I know.

That is, of course, when she is doing okay. When she is having a bad period, she just retreats into her bed and won't come out for days on end... She grumbles about having to get up to eat something, claiming she has no appetite, or so she says.

I don't know, sometimes I can't help but feel that the harder we try to help, the worse she gets... The doctors and psychiatrists tell us that she is the only one who can truly help herself, simply by making the decision that she wants to be well. They claim it only takes one mental click for her to become her old self again.

But my own intuition tells me that everyone is focusing on treating the symptoms rather than the cause. These medications, these antidepressants... there have been times when they've sent her crashing from a great mood down to such a low state that she was shaking uncontrollably and couldn't even walk, all within just a few hours.

In truth, nobody seems interested in the actual root cause, the core of it... Perhaps if that were finally cleared up, this cycle wouldn't keep repeating itself every few years.

A few psychiatrists have brought up the idea of psychotherapy involving hypnosis, but no one has ever stepped forward and said clearly, "Listen, let's try hypnosis to find out what's really bothering you. This is the only way."

Has anyone here ever tried psychotherapy with hypnosis? Does it actually yield any real results?
Taroth said:I’m certainly no expert, but...
maybe try finding her some sort of hobby or distraction? She mentioned falling into depression after she retired, so perhaps she just feels like she lacks purpose now, and that's what's dragging her down...

Is there any land available for her to work on, maybe something involving physical activity? It might sound a bit silly, but I feel like being active can sometimes help ease about 25% of that depressive weight...

Also, I think—and again, I'm just a layman here—that you might actually be helping yourself more by not getting pulled into her downward spiral. If you lean too far into her mood, you become a partner in it, and that just ends up feeding into her illness...

Yes, we used to have a vineyard. It was a passion for both her and my dad, and even for me for a little while before I left for college.

Once it started feeling like too much heavy lifting for them, and honestly, a mental burden for my mother, we handed the vineyard over to my nephew and his family—my sister and her husband.

Since my nephew was quite young back then, her main focus became looking after him, her grandson. But still, nothing seemed to bring her joy; even the simplest tasks, whether they were demanding or not, felt like an overwhelming struggle to her.

I tried encouraging her to keep doing the things she had done her entire life, but she just won't engage. I suppose it comes down to a certain kind of lethargy. Then I suggested she pick up something new, something she never had the time for before, but even that didn't really move the needle for her.

I have another sister who lives out on the coast, and she happens to be the middle child. There was this suggestion that my dad and I should go live with her, so they could stay there for the rest of their lives. She refuses. Even just taking a trip to the coast to visit her occasionally feels like an exhausting chore to her.

Since I don't live in the same city as them anymore, I used to make sure to visit every single weekend. But lately, even my visits have become a source of stress for her. She gets this feeling that everything has to be perfectly tidy and clean—I mean, the whole house. Even though she was never particularly meticulous, and my sisters and I were always the ones doing all the cleaning, the laundry, the prepping, and the cooking.

So, recently, whenever she’s supposed to come visit, she’ll end up bedridden two days before the trip, acting like she isn't well. Or she'll just call me and tell me not to bother coming at all.

The hardest part is that she knows exactly what she's doing to me and my sisters—how we're losing our minds, how she's draining the life out of us with these constant bouts of depression. It's starting to push my husband past his breaking point, because when she falls into these moods, I find myself completely unraveling right along with her.

I want so badly to help her, but I'm truly at a loss. I don't even need to mention that my husband doesn't want to visit my parents anymore, and even my nephew doesn't seem to have the heart to go see his grandparents.

Perhaps the worst part of it all is that I've reached a point where I don't even know what to talk to her about, fearing that anything I say might trigger another downward spiral or weigh her down mentally... and honestly, there are moments when I don't even have the will to see her until she finds her footing again.

I used to wonder, and even felt a bit judgmental, about how some children could just leave their elderly parents alone without visiting them. Now, unfortunately, I find myself being one of those children.
It was about sixteen years ago when my mom first spiraled into depression... back then, we didn't really understand what was happening. We just assumed it was because she retired earlier than expected, especially since she wasn't dealing with any major physical health issues at the time.

Not long after that, things took a terrifying turn when she attempted suicide. Once she was released from the hospital, she started mixing her pills with alcohol, or would sometimes just overdose by combining different types of tranquilizers... that initial struggle with her depression and subsequent addictions lasted for maybe two or three years, which was incredibly draining for me, especially since I was only thirteen at the time.

Things seemed to stabilize for about six years, but then the depression returned, and it felt like everything was resetting to zero. On top of the mental health struggles, she started racking up debts from people we didn't even know and through various credit unions, though we eventually managed to pay it all back... there was even an incident where she nearly burned the house down without even realizing it; a cigarette fell onto the carpet and kept burning right under her nose, yet she didn't even flinch.

She went through addiction treatment at several different facilities, having periods where she seemed fine, only to fall right back into the cycle again... however, for the last four years, she actually seemed okay.

But this spring, the whole pattern is repeating itself... so far, she’s cycled through three different types of antidepressants and is currently on her fourth, but nothing seems to be working, not even psychotherapy.

The doctors are honestly at a loss for how to help her now. She refuses to open up, and nobody can pinpoint the actual root cause of all of this... the medications don't seem to provide relief, they just leave her feeling even more lethargic and sedated.

I'm reaching a point where I just don't know what else to do. I have to admit, I’m feeling quite exhausted by her constant battles with depression and addiction... I just want to know if there's any way she can finally become the person she's capable of being.

Part of me feels like I might just have to let go and walk away...

It’s so difficult because I feel powerless, and I truly don't know how to support her anymore.

Talking doesn't change anything, and physically, she’s quite healthy for her age, and financially she seems stable—at least as far as I know, she isn't in debt this time around. I can't suggest a nursing home because she isn't interested in that right now... she's sixty-eight, and I'm just lost on how to handle this situation with her.

If anyone here has gone through something similar, or if you have any advice at all, please, I would really appreciate you sharing it with me.
Proving Paternity in Health ·
Maybe they’re just looking to see who can prove they’re the biggest fool, or perhaps who manages to be even more clueless than the rest...
left here said:haha, and who exactly deserves that same status? A B.S. in engineering? Well, I don't know... once he finishes his PhD, maybe then he can cut in front of me in line at Chase Bank.

Look, here’s the thing—I’m currently working toward my degree in chemical engineering, and my partner is actually a medical doctor in his fourth year of residency. Honestly, if anyone truly understands the sheer grind required to finish medical school, it’s the two of us... we really feel that struggle. But let's be clear: once you wrap up med school, you're essentially on the same level as someone with an engineering degree, regardless of whether your program drags on for six years or not. Once those of us in engineering go on to get our PhDs, we earn the title of Doctor of Philosophy, whereas you all just hold the professional MD title... there's really no comparison there, unless you decide to pursue a research-based doctorate after finishing your medical training. It's a different beast entirely. So, having an MD is more like how pharmacists hold a Master’s degree—it's a professional designation, but it isn't quite the same level of academic prestige, if you catch my drift... Besides, it's not just the doctors who have to deal with brutal exams and textbooks that are easily a thousand pages thick...