Depression has not let up. Hormone levels are higher and a
bit steadier, but I am still an emotional mess. In fact, it became bad enough that I decided
to go back on anti-depressants before Christmas. That decision made me feel
terribly weak. Of course I would never
let one of my friends say that about themselves if they had to take ADs. But for some reason, I’m different,
right?
I really need to cut myself some slack. I spend so much of my time feeling guilty. (I
am good at that) Guilty for not being a better mom or wife. Guilty for not
having all the answers to fix my Grandma’s situation. (another long story) Guilty
for missing the past two semesters of school. Guilty for gaining back lost
weight. Guilty for things that are
completely out of my control. Guilty for feeling guilty. And guilty, so very guilty, for being
depressed.
I realize a lot has happened over the past few months. Physical challenges and emotional events. Any one of which could trigger a bout of the blues. But all combined is taking its toll. Add to that, the long, dark days of winter. It makes digging out of this on my own overwhelming. I should not feel guilty for needing to ask for help. Of course, I do.
I realize a lot has happened over the past few months. Physical challenges and emotional events. Any one of which could trigger a bout of the blues. But all combined is taking its toll. Add to that, the long, dark days of winter. It makes digging out of this on my own overwhelming. I should not feel guilty for needing to ask for help. Of course, I do.
So medication and therapy it is. I’ve been on the AD for 3
weeks now. It takes a while for it to
kick in. I need to be patient. Patience
is but one of many virtues that I do NOT possess. Monday I start
therapy. That is going to take a while
as well. I think most people think therapy
is just lying on the couch and spewing out your mommy or daddy issues to a
shrink. But it is so much more than
that. (at least if it’s done right) It is actual work. It is retraining your brain. And it is not easy.
I am hopeful,
though. I see a small light at the end
of the tunnel. I am starting to make plans again. I am taking a class this
semester, and I am starting to feel like writing. I think these are good signs and steps in the
right direction.
Winter is the worst, when depression decides to reassert its presence. Good for you for meeting it head on!
ReplyDeleteI wish we lived closer to each other, so that we could sit and Kabitz over a glass of wine. I've been feeling a lot of the same things this winter, and I know what you mean about the guilty. Keep on truckin, you're making steps in the right direction. Love you!
ReplyDeleteWish I could give you a huge hug right now, and tell you what you already know - please don't be so hard on yourself. Depression sucks. Thank you for sharing your feelings, and please know that you aren't alone. I'm hoping your meds and therapy help soon!
ReplyDeleteLove you, babe. I'm right there with you. Fighting here too.
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