Here’s the thing about depression: it is sneaky! It starts with sleeping in a day, then skipping dishes after dinner, and soon you’re sleeping 15 hours a day and crying more than you should when you’re awake.
I do approximately 7 hours of recovery and therapy related events a week, not including the time I spend on doing work for those events outside of the actual events, like homework for group therapy.
That included individual therapy, group therapy, SMART meetings, DBT classes, community groups, and online recovery meetings.
Despite all of that, I’ve been in a funk. I didn’t even really notice, and when my husband pointed it out, I felt defeated. I’m doing all of this work, taking all of these meds, and I still am having issues?!?!
Well, time to buck up again and just push forward. I’m going to make a game plan with my therapist, because my ideas aren’t working anymore. I am not going to let my brain disease win. I refuse. My life is too awesome to give up on. Even though I may not believe it all of the time, I am worth it, too.
I know, it has been awhile.
I’ve honestly been in a crazy rut. I do awesome on the weekends, and then crash hardcore during the week. Consequently, my apartment is a mess and I’m sleeping too much.
Depression is lovely.
On a brighter note….wait, I don’t think I have one. Right now, being in my head sucks. I’ll live, I always do, but I need to find my strength and motivation and get shit done.
Tomorrow I am doing some work for the Rally for Recovery that I’ve been slacking off on. That should boost me a bit. It is something that I am passionate about and I will be with a couple pretty awesome chicks.
Any non-judgy people wanna help me clean? Lol. I’ll pay you in brownies and let you keep any socks you find (unless it is my narwhal sock, I’ve been looking for that for forever!)
This is what depression looks like:
A messy house
A mom almost crying because she wants to be more for her daughter
A feeling of complete and utter worthlessness
Body aches from not sleeping well
An urge to drink just to get some motivation
Almost crying when putting chicken in the slow cooker because it was alive at some point
A to do list sitting, unused
Feeling overwhelmed at the idea of even moving at all, let alone doing something productive
Wanting to skip going to the pool, despite already promising daughter you’d go
Wanting to cry, but not being able to let go enough to actually cry.
Exhaustion. Total and utter exhaustion.
Now this obviously doesn’t cover everything that depression can do, but it is a list of what it is to be depressed in a moment. And this is unique to me, every one is different and has different symptoms and severity of symptoms.
Right now, I’m honestly jealous of my cats. I want to curl up in a ball, also, and sleep all day. Unfortunately, I need to find a way to buck up for my daughter and my life.
I spent yesterday with Ty at a mall buying a Little Mermaid outfit and some geek tshirts. It was a lot of peopling, but I managed to get through it and enjoy my day. We were kidless and got to stroll without complaints of boredom every 5 minutes. It was amazing. Then, we won $200 on pull tabs at the MIL’s. So, we went shopping more. lol
Then today, we had to go to the laundromat. I honestly considered going nudist for a second as I dripped sweat in the un-air-conditioned laundromat.
I’m sore, but I now have an awesome Little Mermaid purse and a bunch of Torrid shirts. Heck yes!
Now I am stuck making dinner and folding clothes. What a down spiral.
And part of being back to adulting is working on therapy homework. It actually challenges me. This is the first time I’ve ever really been tested by therapy. Normally I rock at therapy and suck at life. Lately, though, it has been the opposite. I’m not bad at therapy now, but I am not a shining star like I normally am. And I have been rocking at life. Even though my motivation is low, I have a basic plan set for Whimzy for summer, I’ve been working out, I’ve been sober, and I’m learning to love myself for who I am not who I am supposed to be. It is amazing to feel this way.
I just put my mom into a Hospice program.
I know it doesn’t necessarily mean that it is the end, but I can see a decline in her. She’s lost a lot of weight and won’t eat.
I think I am handling things well. I handled the appointment with the Hospice nurse in an educated way, I didn’t break down when I got home, and the extent of my wallowing was allowing myself some junk food and noodles.
I know this is going to suck. Hardcore. I signed up for this, though. Literally, I signed papers that put me in charge of this. I need to be able to make decisions based on logic, and not straight emotion.
So far, so good…
I am moving. Not always forward, but I seem to be moving forward in the overall picture.
It is hard. It is difficult. I am re-learning how to live life. I have a new therapist, a new group therapy, a Recovery coach, and I am regularly attending SMART meetings. I am also putting myself in to the recovery community around me by being a committee member on a Rally for Recovery event. I’m a public relations officer. Fancy, right?
By moving, I’m also moving away from things. Some things are obvious, like alcohol and mental instability. Some things are not; like people, places, and certain ways that I thought.
I’m not okay with all of that. Certain thoughts and behaviors are comfortable. Changing them is uncomfortable. Why would I want to do that? I can be a better, more stable person by changing. I am choosing to move out of my comfort zone.
GAH! I get anxious when I’m away from home for more than a couple hours and I am trying to completely move out of the space in my head that I feel comfortable in.
What is out there? Show me pics and help me reach out!
Well, I didn’t get into Rutger’s. I am super disappointed and there is a war going on in my head to stay healthy while dealing with the rejection. On one hand, I feel this is a personal rejection, like they rejected me on a personal level, me as a person.
This is called a cognitive distortion, specifically, personalization. Personalization is, as psych central defines it, “is where a person believes that everything others say and do is some sort of direct, personal reaction to the person”. (For the full article, visit here! It is an excellent article on psych central that explains 15 common cognitive distortions.)
I could go into wise mind, but I am going to just keep it simple. I need to make my emotions, feeling personally rejected, and my logic, that it is not personal and I still have more options, align together. It is difficult, and it is something that I struggle with quite a bit.
So I am going to move forward. I plan on applying to more schools within a month or 2, but for right now I am going to focus on the Rally for Recovery (check out the FB page right here!) and finding a more fulfilling job. I just set up 2 interviews for jobs that will bring me closer to my career goals.
Even if this sucks, I can deal with it without self-destructing. I am getting better. It is good news, disguised as bad news.
Turmoil. That has been most of my adult life. Alot of it was self-induced, but not intentional.
Now that I have stability, I’m learning to not self-destruct. It can be hard, especially on bad days when everything seems hopeless.
Thankfully, I’m on an upswing and am experiencing minimal symptoms.
That means I am trying to do as much as I can with this time, including: community volunteer work, housework, spirituality, mental health tools, spending time with friends and family, being active in my plans to stabilize myself, and lots of self-care.
Wait, did I say volunteer work? YES! Yes, I did. I am on a committee for the Kenosha/Racine Rally for Recovery that is happening in September. I am actively working on communicating with a recovery group and reaching out to the community. It feels amazing. I am so excited and grateful for the opportunity. Not to mention, I get to hang out with some awesome people and build my support system.
Life is good, and I am moving in a positive direction. Isn’t that all we can really hope for?
Let’s face it. One of the worst parts of depression is the lethargy that I discussed in my last post. (Check it out HERE!)
The way to battle it? Straight up routine. The problem? Well, I DON’T WANNA! I want to sleep and lay around, not get up early and do things. Ugh.
That perpetuates the cycle, though. I gave myself today to rest and plan, and then I start my new routine tomorrow. I’ve included my basic routine, minus my appointments, at the bottom of this post.
The hardest part for me is getting going in the morning. I am not a morning person and leaving the comfort of my bed is not fun. It means I have to deal with all of the emotions and struggles out in the world. Who honestly wants to do that?
I’m hoping after enough time with the routine it will become, well, routine, and I won’t dread it as much. For now, though, I am dreading this week and hoping I make it through.
Wish me luck and check out the link to my schedule below! Have any tips?
For me, it is hard to write when I am in a dark place. I get self conscious about how I sound and how people will judge me. I never want to come off as a pity-party or make somebody call the cops because I seem suicidal.
Well, it has been a full week in an up mood! I got my hair dyed, started the process for getting my Master’s degree, had some awesome time with my girls, and booked a vacation for my lil girl’s birthday!
I’ve also been doing pretty well with cleaning. Still trying to declutter, but that is a process.
For me, during those dark times, nothing seems to help. I can go through all of my DBT tools, and sometimes they just don’t help. My BPD makes me impulsive to get out of the mood as fast as I can, so crave alcohol. The urges to do something self destructive are insanely strong. I isolated, but my husband wouldn’t let me for very long. I was moody, irritable, and generally horrible to be around. I slept longer than I should have, but in my mind, that is better than being suicidal or drinking. Gotta work on that.
I started a new routine this morning with my medications and it seems to be helping me get going in the morning! I am not a morning person by nature. My husband drives me nuts when he is all energized and crazy in the morning.
Overall, I guess I just want to say that no matter how bad it seems, don’t give in! It will get better! I was ready to give up 2 weeks ago, and now I have so much to be happy about.
You are worth fighting for, even if you don’t feel like it at the moment.