Everytime I think of my daughter and son, I get depressed. When my daughter was 12 years old age, she was calling me juvenile and immature. Due to my untreated behavior, I became aware that my ex-wife told them of my mental illnesses. She is now 16 and has not communicated to me in over a year and a half. My son is 14 and showed for Christmas and wrote me a text in March. He at the least let's me text him every Sunday. Today I had to rearranged my apartment which contained many of their photos, triggering another depressive episode. I put all of those photos in one spot. I considered just putting them in a box and forgetting them. However, I know I never truly spoke to my parents until I was 18. I have no idea what they are going through. Any thoughts? Thanks,
Aardbark