Weekly Photo Challenge Abandonment

I ‘suffer’ from depression; I am not about to suggest when it began or make any profound reasons why I do have this condition.  Suffice to say over the years I have established coping mechanisms and learned there is no absolute cure. As I have got older while there has been no let up, I do ‘enjoy’ some of the coping strategies.  Also these methods sometimes disguise the less attractive effects that depression has. While we are able more and more to discuss depression it never ceases to astound me,  the number of people, even close friends and family who simply do not understand.  So I prefer to leave them in the oblivion.

My dad left me and my  younger siblings when I was 10; already I was an anxious little girl, and prone to alopecia;  another effect of anxiety that was rather upsetting and remains so when life becomes a little unbearable. I felt this abandonment deeply.  To this day, the act of leaving, mine and others and its various manifestations, triggers a deep sense of grief. LikeI said, I have learned to manage this and even more  l can understand that impermanence is not abandonment.  More the act of leaving is a demonstration of impermanence and therefore the very essence of life and death.  So it would seem that coming and going and change, rather than a time of despair can be  celebrated.   

And my little walled garden not far from the town centre is in  constant state of flux  as one flower fades and dies so another blooms and brings delight.