I've written several times about my struggle with the winter weather where I live. I imagine I would struggle with the gray winter weather anywhere. I used to blame the fact that I moved to the in-climate East Coast 8 years ago and I grew up in sunny Arizona. I don't think I can say that my warm weather upbringing is the real reason I have the mental fogginess every time the clouds roll in.
After just being glum, then glummer, then flat out sad for the past 8 years I hit the bottom of my personal barrel and had a meltdown. Tears, anger, sadness, and more tears. I was sullen. I was unhappy. I wasn't me and I knew it.
For some reason in the midst of my blah I took these 4 pictures. I think they are so telling of the depth of my depression.
DEPRESSION.
It's an ugly word. I never really considered myself depressed. It always seemed like a word applied to other people. I've always been fine. Right?
I kept telling myself I'd be fine. I just needed a few sunny days to get myself back up. I had so many things to be happy about. Other people have bigger challenges than me. I should just be happy. But I wasn't.
Then it got worse.
I got angry. Angry at myself for not snapping out of it. Angry at my kids for asking simple questions and being so "needy". Angry enough to not feel like praying (which usually brings me so much comfort). I had resentment about that too. I was upset that my husband was so free to go to work and communicate with adults all day. I hated myself. I detested my responsibilities. I cried a lot. I slept more. I felt like my brain was between TV channels and I couldn't get a clear connection. I hated that too.
I quit creating and making.
(It makes me sad now to think about how terrible it all was.)
I knew I needed help when I nearly screamed a woman who offered up some kind advice.
I had tried a sunlamp. I had tried exercise. I had tried singing. I had tried praying. The usual routine wasn't working. I could feel myself getting desperate to find the sunshine and happiness in my life again. I started taking walks outside with my camera in the freezing weather, trying to capture the things I loved about the winter and snow and gray.
So I called my doctor and they couldn't see me for 6 weeks. (Thank heaven I wasn't suicidal!) I called for a therapist which is terrible too... picking a random name out of a online listing??
So I waited. I tried to keep it together. I cried some more.
Then I got lucky and blessed.
I got into the doctor who offered up some medicinal help. I'd never been on an anti-depressent before. Probably because I never considered myself depressed. I got lucky there too, the first dose the first time my static brain found focus.
I found a terrific therapist who listened to me. She helped me back away from the edge and respected my decisions to become a mother and yet supported my creative efforts and my need to find myself again. She asked me the right questions and let me learn to lead out again.
Through everything I managed to find my personal sunshine again. I rekindled my desire to pray and felt the amazing comforting grace of knowing who I am and how much I am loved for exactly who I am.
Now I am excited, I am centered, and I am making things happen in my life that I have put on hold for too long. I have a tremendous support network in place.
Everyone needs a safety net.
(even if they are asleep in the back seat)
I decided to write all of this down for you. You know, just incase you feel like your challenge is small and you can handle it... I thought I could too. I learned however that it doesn't matter how small a challenge may be, it's yours and to YOU it could be HUGE.
You are loved too.