Is depression my reason for living? After all, I have grown up with depression. We have been together for over 43 years, probably longer. And much of my life was spent not facing my depression. Heck, I was the expert on hiding my depression every time it would come around. I could certainly be the poster child for concealed depression. And then, I can sweep the … [Read more...] about Am I Afraid to Heal?
What depression has cost me
My Appointment Over, It’s Goodbye Prozac, Hello Wellbutrin
Prozac has been my friend for over a year. But in higher doses, it possibly was the reason I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Going from 20 to 40 mg last November, sent me on a journey lasting almost 6 months. And in the end, I finally found relief from the loss of energy. Gone too, was the constant negotiating with myself about getting out of … [Read more...] about My Appointment Over, It’s Goodbye Prozac, Hello Wellbutrin
Just Me and My Depression
If I am “cured†of depression, who will be my friend? Boy, that sounds terrible as I read what I just wrote. And there are several things that jump out at me about that statement. First, I know I will never be cured. A broken leg heals, but that is not the same. Researchers are looking for a cure for cancer, healing those who have it. A … [Read more...] about Just Me and My Depression
Knowing What to Do and Doing it Are Two Different Things
It was the 4th of July yesterday and I got distracted. I have an alarm set on my phone to bring in the birdfeeders around dusk. This removes them from harm before the bears come by. Well, between going to my sisters for a picnic supper (outside with mostly social distancing) and setting off a few fireworks when back at home, I forgot to bring in the bird feeders. The … [Read more...] about Knowing What to Do and Doing it Are Two Different Things
I’m Glad I Did Not Know How Bad I Was
Imagine saying this out loud: “My last bottom was the deepest, darkest, most horrible place I have ever been.†Yet that was me last year. Reading through some of my older writing, I came across this line. It reached out and stunned me. How could I have written that? I had no idea I was that bad. It’s no wonder I sought … [Read more...] about I’m Glad I Did Not Know How Bad I Was
