I'm feeling better in myself, house troubles are not so and other than my stupid chronic pain / autoimmune disorder everything is kind of OK.
Every week I have a meeting with a 'helper/mentor' as part of my 'strategy for recovery' and somehow we ended talking about defining moments, I thought about () and where and what their life is like, does () ever think about me? What about ()? I think of so many people who I loved deeply and for their own reasons are not close to me any more.
My life does read like one of grief and loss but I guess every life will be touched by them at one time or another, it just feels like mine is a double concentrate.
Everything is OK for now.