NorthTexasWink
Songster
My parents were crappy parents. When I got older, we all figured out why. By the time my dad was diagnosed as bi-polar, he was dying from heart and respiratory issues (heavy smoker for 60+yrs) and then cancer. Mom is just plain old fashioned crazy. Sometimes in a good way, but she's a roller coaster. Living with that is hard. I don't want it to sound like I don't love them, but they can make it hard to at times. I'm the eldest child, the only girl, and it seems the designated caretaker. Good thing I am one by nature anyway. I figure I'm about half sane, as both my grandfathers and one grandmother seem to have been.
Got one living brother who is sweet, sane, and deals with depression. I got some of the depression, but I'm more thick-skinned and got too much to get handled on a daily basis to give it much of my time. I allow a 24 hour pity party twice a year, then I let it go and move on. It works for me. I don't recommend my methods, it's just how I get along.
So. Way more information than you probably wanted. But yes, I get where you are coming from. I found getting my sorry sad behind out in the garden, or volunteering and donating to local shelters and such, keeps me grounded and improves my outlook. I try to keep somewhat of a routine, and make sure I eat healthy and sleep enough. All I can control in my life is me. So I do the best I can.

So. Way more information than you probably wanted. But yes, I get where you are coming from. I found getting my sorry sad behind out in the garden, or volunteering and donating to local shelters and such, keeps me grounded and improves my outlook. I try to keep somewhat of a routine, and make sure I eat healthy and sleep enough. All I can control in my life is me. So I do the best I can.