today I drove him around, and he collected several applications. there is a place close to us, a dollar store, hiring. He is sort of excited , and I could tell it helped him a lot, just to be doing something productive.
I realized that I cannot fight his depression and mine too. I told him that if things did not change, as in, he must stop being negative and angry/ whiny, and making excuses, I cannot go down with the ship! I just can't. He must do whatever he has to , in order to change the direction he is going in. There are people who have issues and they deal with it. and get help, because they know they must.
I am pretty sure that if I was packing him up to drop off somewhere, he would agree to get help. Why must it be sooooo freaking hard?
To my mind, it does not matter how many crappy things are to blame, it still boils down to the fact that in order to live! you have to play the hand you are dealt, and try to be happy, or self sufficient, anyway.
you miss out on the good things if you only see the bad.