Birth, aging, death.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Reduce, reuse, recycle.
We are all familiar with the various cycles/circles that we come across through out our day or lives. One cycle I am exceedingly familiar with is that of the cycle/circle of frustrations. It hasn’t been occurring in me as of late, but my husband. It goes something like this:
I can do it!
Difficulty occurs (be it mental, physical, or social)
I can’t do it!
Encouragement occurs (again, mental, physical, or social)
I can do it!
etc. etc. etc.
With each cycle comes a deeper sense of failure and greater, more diverse encouragement is required. It is getting to the point where my own encouragement to him is not enough, and he seeks support of his mentors (one of which is one of the difficulties that occurs).
It makes me so sad that he is constantly circling the drain of depression. I wish there was something I can do. As of late, it seems even going back to Turkey would not offer a reprieve. It seems that, since his Masters was without thesis here, he would be forced to retake his Masters in Turkey, instead of picking up at his PhD. This is a time wasting scenario he refuses (and for good reason!). We are at yet another crossroads, determining which way he will go in his research. This is a make or break point, since we are at the point of no return. I wish I knew what to tell him…