My mom asked me today if I've been depressed since she's moved in. She added the question if I feel that she's taking up my home. I told her that I haven't had time to be depressed. The other day I had some thoughts creep in and I was going to take a moment to process them and reject them. I didn't even get a chance for that because when I realized that I was having negative thoughts I was interrupted by the sound of her singing opera from the kitchen. It didn't oi me for a split second, but it was followed by laughter right away. So tell me, how is that a bad thing? She's taking up the space that I would feel with negativity and she's replacing it with laughter. And that's what it's all about. No one else could do that for me right now. But my mom can.