The first time my son moved out it didn't really trouble me because he was only moving a few miles away in an apartment with his girlfriend and we still saw each other quite a bit. After I moved to Chicago I convinced him to come stay with me, but I was struggling with alcohol and it was fucking him up. He managed to tolerate watching me kill myself for well over a year, before deciding to set a date to return to Michigan. I supported his decision to leave and was 7 months alcohol free when he left, but I was repressing my feeling of loss. I ran from it and ridiculed mysellf every time the sad thought of his departure started to creep in. I relapsed after 7 and a half months and I can see now that it wasn't a coincidence. Storms Adrienne. Everything you mentioned in this article hit me. It was so relatable. I'm well past my 29-year-old son living his own life, but other storms have come and gone. I hope you were able to avoid nicotine vapes!!!!!! I just quit those a few weeks ago and I still get strong cravings! I recently injured myself so I can't work out and that storm has me overeating big time!!!! Not smart with colitis either!!!! I've gone back up to 215 pounds from 185! 😂😛😂😛 Fucking storms! (Been bedridden, binge watching Netflix, waiting for my back to heal) But sitting with some negative thoughts hasn't proven leathal to me, because storms pass and the meditation is really helping me analize and process sorrow more productively. I'm not happy about giving in to my addictied voice with regard to eating every pumpkin themed Little Debbie on the shelf, but I don't intend to stay here!!! Boredom is a storm of its own.

Thanks for posting this.