Three Months Is A Long, Long Time

3 months ago, this woman's husband left for Northern Ireland to begin life as a student again. The day after he left was one of the worst days of this woman's life. She moved around the entire day with her eyes glazed-over, shoulders hunched and limbs watery. Everything she saw, heard, felt, thought and spoke, she did so from behind a layer of thick, thick fog. Nothing was able to lift her spirits.

She was definitely more depressed and affected then she had imagined she would be for she had been the one who encouraged her husband's pursue of scholarship. What made her even more depressed was that she hated the way depression wastes time! Se often thought and declared:

Why dwell on the inevitable and unchangeable when more often then not we have the power to make things better or even happen the way we want them to be?

Great. She was not only depressed, she also hated how she was not able to extract herself from the grip of the depression monster that she knew then has a place inside her. Just then, another sneaky thought poked her from behind: Was she not able to fend for herself and take care of the family after years of having someone handle mundane and boring things like paying the bills on time, maintaining the budget, servicing the car... Definitely not something she wanted to ponder over at that time given her weakened state of mind.

That night, this woman who misses her husband and her little boy who misses his papa hug one another to sleep.

Fortunately, she was only depressed like that for that one day. The many days that follow saw the woman busying herself with work, family and self matters that she forgot to be depressed. She was probably at her most introspective and productive. She worked hard at keeping the house spic and span; worked hard at being a good mother, wife, daughter, grand-daughter, niece, sister, daughter, daughter-in-law and sister-in-law; worked hard at becoming a better person; and worked hard at work as usual. She also made an important discovery. A rediscovery come to think of it. She rediscovered her voice and courage one day at work and has never since looked back.

Despite the busy-ness, she continued to miss her husband. Thank God for SKYPE! It is amazing how someone so far away can seem so close. The equipment instrumental for tearing people apart is also an instrument to bring people together.

Finally. Her husband is coming back for the holidays after 3 months. You can be sure this woman is over the moon with joy! She had already gotten the already-in-order house in order (with help of course!), bought all kinds of local fruits her husband enjoys and will be preparing a yummy, steamy hot meal of fish curry and mango sticky rice dessert for dinner.

Yes, she will be working hard again tomorrow and she will be very, very happy.