As Kokos said—so many great responses here. With @Pastelpainter and @Terry4, music is a fantastic pathway for support and release–anything from Bach to Springsteen’s Seeger Sessions will sooth me or get me moving and singing. I love what @KBJ86 said about allowing the depression in to be recognized—misery is Not a competition—it just Is…
And what @YogaO and others said about reaching out to others in kindness is so very important. Sometimes you don’t need to go far from your home to do it . I have many furry friends that I meet on my short neighborhood walks and I always carry treats—cats in one pocket; dogs in another. As @irrational_John said–interacting with them always raises my spirits. Plus, at some point, I did a sort of transference—I couldn’t do much about starvation around the globe, but I could be sure no one starves in my own backyard: we have taken in stray cats for years, gotten them fixed, cleaned up and found homes for them. I always say that they earn their keep by making me chuckle at least several times a day…
Blessings, sweetie…Finally…I lost my son (stillborn at 8 months) in 1972. The grief process is not a straight line. It meanders along it’s own determined and personal path and you can’t force it. Here is a blog I wrote about it over at the old site. I still post it most summers to honor his day and all the other parents who have had similar experiences: