Today, my brain is blank. I’m just sitting here staring into space. Nothing holds my interest today: books, YouTube, Netflix…I emailed my estranged son’s father to check on him. D is 19. His dad said he’s doing well and is getting ready to start college. D had planned to enroll in an automotive program, but he’s happy at Starbucks and is considering a degree in management. I miss him so much. My daughter (22) will start her first teaching job in August. I’m glad my kids are happy. I just wish I was a part of my son’s life. I talk to my therapist at 3:00 today. I want to get her advice on moving past my guilt and regret from all the ways my illness (depression, in particular) kept me from being there for my kids sometimes. Has anyone else learned how to do that? Wisdom is welcome.