I just happened to glance at this thread by chance today, and had in fact been wondering something.
You’re 27, single, working, and studying, and YOU OWN YOUR OWN HOME! Do you know how fortunate you are among your peers? (It’s through your own effort, not luck, of course, but ‘fortunate’ all the same)
I was wondering if you are comparing your life with those of some friends and peers still living at home, as so many are today. Maybe their mums do a bit of the coddling you crave, but really, don't you think they’d bite your hand off if a swap were proposed?!
The bottom line or basic fact is that a 27-year old man or woman would until relatively recently have been living independently for a number of years by that age, albeit in digs, bedsits, and house shares more often than their own home.
Our mums got us ready to fly the nest and though they’ll not abandon us as a rule, they've largely done their bit by now.
The great mother/child bond remains between us on one plane, and in the heart (it is to be hoped) but in daily life we are two adult women, hacking through the undergrowth on appropriately altered terms.
I say all that to gently nudge you to recall to mind that you are in the right place and situation, you're making your own life with considerable success, and though it’d be lovely to have that maternal hand ready to soothe us when needed, we shouldn’t feel bereft if it doesn’t happen to be a frequent presence in our adult lives now. (Au contraire, it could be argued that our mums deserve our occasional soothing ministrations now, perhaps!)
Don’t be sad, OP. The road will rise up to meet you; just keep moving.
I hope the weekend let you regather yourself and that things look brighter. Tiredness is such a bugger, distorting emotions (as do certain vitamin deficiencies, eg D and B12).
If you do nothing else, try to acquire the very clichéd but highly effective ‘attitude of gratitude’.
Days when we feel like wailing into the void will still crop up, no matter our age or circumstance but we can learn to keep our face turned to the light, and to (honestly, do this!) count our blessings.
No need for religious faith, or any kind of deism, and we can still count ‘blessings’ without justifying the term.
But it resets a mood that’s closing in, and reminds us that every day isn’t really like Sunday after all, if we nix such thoughts rather than let them settle and linger.
(Essentially, I guess it’s a method by which we can supply that yearned for soothing influence for ourselves, isn’t it? Like a charm around the neck for use in these brief crises. It works, anyway!)
/ lecture ends.
Do forgive it, OP. It’s just old age, saddened to hear of relative youth having the blues like this.