Yesterday I wrote about the empty spaces of time in my life, times in which I sometimes feel uncomfortable in because I haven’t always a concrete plan of what I should be doing.
I was thinking since I wrote this post that during these empty spaces I am alone with myself…giving me more time to ruminate about how I could better myself. Maybe these empty spaces of time give me trouble because I still have yet to be at peace with who I really am. But I know there are ways I can improve…why don’t I just go to what I need to do…instead of hating myself for not doing it(I’m talking about exercise here).
Next year at this time I’ll be making dinner for 3 instead of 4, since my daughter will be away at college. I often think about how life will be different. Life will be a little bit less busy. What will I do with those empty spaces next year? And what will my husband and I do after the youngest one graduates? There I go worrying about years into the future when I just should figure out a plan for today.
What do I do to make myself comfortable with me? Perhaps that sounds strange. Thanks for reading my semi-coherent ramblings.
For the last 17+ years, my life has been structured around parenting, marriage and my job. In my work there is plenty of structure to keep me going. I’m not sure I could ever be the self-employed sort, I am a terrible procrastinator. Outside of work, family life keeps me pretty busy with laundry, making meals, chauffeur duties and all of those other tidbits of family life.
There is a part of me that craves the downtime though, perhaps to take a nap or have a bit of time alone. It is those empty spaces of time, though that sometimes give me the most trouble. Should I be reading a book? Going to the gym? Surfing the net? Napping? There is often the conflicted feelings of feeling I should do something, but wanting to do absolutely nothing at all.
If I manage to write a post every day in November(as has been my goal) it will be a bit of small victory for me. I’m not always good at making a goal and following through with it. Maybe I should be inspired to set some smaller goals and trying to follow through with them for the month of December, just to show myself I can actually do it. I know my lack of direction in this part of my life probably contributes to my depression in a way.
Making a goal to get to the gym in December on a regular basis would be a good start. Heaven knows the time for outside exercise is now past…at least for me. Seeing results from making a small change such as going to the gym would be a good thing, it would boost my mood in preparation of the after Christmas slump I usually feel.
Here’s to turning the empty spaces in my life into something with more meaning.
One of the things that seems to exacerbate my depression is the my tendency to get trapped in situations that will put me in a bad mood. These situations might not always be obvious to those around me. Letting these situations get into my head sort of lets the bad mood snowball.
I’m getting better and recognizing though when it is just better to avoid getting enmeshed in a pit of drama and just walk on by. Continue reading “Walk On By”
I sometimes read posts from the “depression” tag on wordpress. There is a lot of darkness and pain in the words shared there. Sometimes I guess I am hoping for just a tidbit that will help me just a bit more in this journey.
Sometimes you’ll find posts that don’t seem to really fit into the depression tag though. Posts which are basically scammy advertisements for some sort of product to miraculously rid you of your depression. Or posts just hoping to get more clicks.
I can do without many of the religious posts on depression. Please don’t tell me it is a problem of the spirit, that is I just “take every thought captive”, I’ll be cured. There is a certain contingent of Christianity that seems to have a big problem with medication to help depression…quite odd.
I think my mood is much better. I am angry about something at work though, something that won’t be solved. It is hard to stop myself from ruminating excessively though, so that it does not feed more negative thoughts.
I’m going to ask my doctor for an increase in my dosage of antidepressant at my next visit. Oddly though, when I do this I always procrastinate. I don’t procrastinate because of what the doctor’s reaction might be. The more depressed I am the more it is hard to recognize I am not taking care of myself in the best way that I could. In my mind making the request becomes something agonizingly hard. When I am more depressed I tend to avoid things that make me uncomfortable.
A Facebook friend recently posted some thoughts on her experience with depression. I found that very brave and courageous. I can’t let people know though. They must think I have everything under control. I think this need for people to think I am in complete control stems from growing up in the dynamics of having an alcoholic parent. I won’t post my friend’s exact words here, but I found myself nodding in agreement. She posted something about how doing something simple sometimes feels like a herculean task. Sometimes I feel like I am made of lead, just the very effort of swinging my legs out of bed seems monumental. Long before I ever thought I was depressed I remember the feelings of being made of lead. I supposed then I chalked it up to laziness.
I had some flickers of sunshine in my day yesterday. Seeing my son and his friends acting silly. Sitting around the dinner table, sharing a meal. Of course the dog always makes me smile. She looked at me in a pleading way and got me to take her for a walk on a beautiful fall day. I know I can do better though.
There is a new job posting at work. The hours would be less than ideal, and I probably won’t pursue it for that reason. Half of my brain says this is something I should try. The other half though, the one ruled by depression says learning the ropes of a new position will be uncomfortable, that it might be hard.
They say write about what you know. Depression is something I definitely know about. I rarely talk about it though. My husband knows. My doctor knows. Otherwise I keep it inside. There is a part of my personality that thinks it needs to show the world all is shiny and bright.
I’ve taken antidepressants on and off my entire adult life. I’ve done counseling a couple times. Next time I see my doctor I am going to ask her for an increase in my dosage. Winter always seems to be harder for me. I can already feel the effects of the decreasing sunlight. I am feeling like I want to get into a ball under the covers and hibernate, and that is about right where my energy level feels today.
I feel like I am on a solitary island. The island represents normalcy. The surrounding water represents the forces that want to pull me into a depressive state. The island seems to be shrinking. On most days I have a toe or a foot in the water. The sea of depression colors how I look at the world. While everyone else is happy, there is a part of me always trying to pull my foot out of the water to experience the same happiness they feel.
The sea of depression includes the influences of my family of origin. Of course they aren’t responsible for how I feel. But because they are always miserable, they’d like someone to join them. I’ve been dealing with this struggle more in the past few weeks.
The sea of depression slows me down. Once I get my foot in the water, I feel like I am always struggling to get out of quicksand.
Sometimes the fake it until you make it approach works for a while. Of course I try all of the nonpharmaceutical approaches…sunlight and exercise. I feel weak when I stumble across the writings of those who believe such medications are unnecessary. I feel weak anyway, because if I really tried hard enough, I could just snap out of it, couldn’t I.