My mum tried on a slinky navy dress that she's had for thirty years and she looked so beautiful. I told her, 'mum, you've got such a good figure' and she replied woefully, 'I'd rather have a brain' . Of course, wouldn't we all. And then she went out, and got locked out- she had her keys on her, but, 'didn't think they were the right keys for the house', (After I travelled one hour to get there with my baby on the tube at 10pm making me the worst mum ever- there are many recent examples of those) and she has been crying all night long. She is always sad. She tells me 'there's nothing left for me but dying', and 'you could just kill me', 'why can't I do even simple things' ' It breaks my heart and every day there is a further fracture. does anyone know, can this stage pass and our darling parents accept a new 'normal', and reach a modicum of, if not happiness, a contentment and acceptance? And if so, does this come from within or is there anything we can do? Or is she likely to be crying every day for the rest of her life? Other than the pets/children/art/music, which can cheer her up in the moment, is there anything else that can stop her constantly crying? Even when my baby son giggles on her lap she is still sad. She takes citalopram but I don't think it really does much. Even if someone can just tell me I'm not alone, I would feel so grateful. It's nearly 1am and I feel so painfully lonely.