Wish I Could Write Like That

While perusing FaceBook and avoiding working on my dissertation defense, I came across the following link that provides an excellent look at depression.  Just wanted to share with everyone--those of you who suffer from depression will totally understand, those who don't understand depression may gain some insights.  Sure wish I could write like that.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-part-two.html

Enjoy!

Depression is a Waste of Life

I’m on a slippery slope down to feelings of worthlessness.  I’m so tired of my life, of being me.  I’m so tired of struggling with depression every day.  I don’t want to live my life this way; I want to enjoy life, enjoy the blessings in my life, and enjoy the path I’m on.  Instead, life is burdensome, I can never seem to get my mood up past mediocre.  It’s horrible.  I don’t see the purpose of all the good in my life, all my possibilities and potential, and then being saddled with depression.  My life is not working this way.  I wish I knew how to fight my way out of this, how to find peace. Living with depression seems like such a waste of life.  If there’s a reason or purpose to my living like this, I don’t see it; I can’t imagine it.  I’m weary and wish I could feel God’s presence and love in my life.  I’m very lonely.   

Validating Unhappiness

It appears that sitting with my disappointment for about a week, week and a half, has been enough for me to get back to moving again.  After a good discussion with my therapist, I came away feeling more of a desire to work on my dissertation and teaching responsibilities.  The sorrow I was feeling has ebbed and now I just feel resigned about my situation.  So I might as well make good use of these next 3 1/2 weeks before I defend.  But I'm also giving myself some room to relax and enjoy life. 

Maybe sometimes we just need to sit with the pain, languor in the shit that life brings us, go ahead and feel the disappointment, validating our feelings, not trying to negate them, and then we can move on.  Maybe relearning happiness is in part about validating and accepting the unhappiness as well as the happiness.

I Am Still Vertical

I've been really busy lately, trying to get ready to defend my dissertation.  There have been a lot of difficulties, but I was holding up quite well . . . until I got another delay on my defense date.  This time due to an error in paperwork.  It looks like I have to wait one more semester.  I can't believe it.  Now, the best that I can say is that I'm vertical.  I go from being really pissed off, to feeling really depressed, to feeling numb.  I'm just grateful I'm on some medications that have been working.  I think the meds are keeping me from getting severely depressed.  Count the little blessings in life, I guess.  I'm trying to think positively and am telling myself that now I have extra time to beef up on my statistics and other weak areas.  However, all I really want to do is cry and sleep--which I have been doing a lot of this last week. 

I just don't understand why I'm going through all of these challenges to simply defend my work.  It feels like someone really doesn't want me to finish this degree; I'm not sure if it's God or the Devil.  I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.  So I'm back in survival mode.  I should have been Dr. Hamblin-Hart right now and I had really geared myself up to make it through this week and then be free.  Now I have to carry this weight around for another month.  It's taking a toll on me and my relationships.  Everyone is being really supportive though, I've got a good family.  And that's a big blessing.

Garret and I were joking around about how things couldn't get any worse.  Then he said "what if you're sitting in commencement, all in your cap and gown, and they don't call your name?"  We decided that things can get worse, but not by much.

Defying Emotional Gravity

Well, it's been a while since I've written anything.  I feel like my life has been emotionally complex lately, and I haven't known when or what to write.  In many ways I'm feeling much better.  I'm on a new medication--Viibryd, and off of Prozac.  It seems to be a good switch, although my typical pattern is to feel better when on a new medication, but only to have it loose its effectiveness later.  So, I'm not holding my breath, but at least the side-effects have decreased since I've made the switch.

I've had the usual ups and downs associated with my dissertation.  That one professor is still throwing road blocks in my way, but I've stood up to him.  And even though my standing up for myself didn't change his opinion, I feel good about standing my ground. 

Life is turning out so differently than I thought it would.  I guess that's a completely normal feeling.  But I can't help feeling like I've failed in so many areas of my life--physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  I feel as if I'm failing as a wife, as a friend, as a student, as a teacher, as an environmentalist, as a sister and daughter.  The only bright point is that I feel like I'm doing fairly well as a mother.  I've been told to stop feeling sorry for myself.  I wish it was that easy.  Unfortunately it's so much easier to start slipping down than it is to drag myself up; emotional gravity at work.  I feel like I'm working so hard at being "better" but there are times when the emotional experiences produce a physical response.  Some days I just go around with a pit in my stomach and a heaviness in my chest.  At times like these I feel like I'm being crushed under a great pressure.

I wonder if I'm just in the habit of being depressed.  I've been depressed for so long that my knee jerk response to conflict is one of anxiety and depression.  I wish I could change that.  I guess that's my big issue in life to deal with.  But it sucks.  Life is difficult for me.  I have to practically live minute to minute, with some hope and faith that the coming minutes will be better. 

I have, however, been having a lot more good days than I have in the past.  So that's a good thing to focus on.  The pit of my despair isn't so deep lately.  There are more moments when I can defy the emotional gravity of my life.  So there is some good.  And I may be failing, but I'm not giving up.

Numb is Better

It's been exactly 2 years since I started blogging.  Maybe now is a good time to reflect on the journey.  I look at myself and think "I have all the signs of being depressed, but I don't feel depressed."  I go back to bed every morning after the kids are off to school; I'm avoiding working on my dissertation; nothing in my life seems to bring me satisfaction, even reading, or watching movies; my relationships are strained; if this was being described by someone else, I'd definitely called it depressed.  However, I'm not in the "pit of despair" (don't even think about trying to escape) and that was my last run-in with depression, so this doesn't seem so bad.  But I think it's time I stop and recognize what's going on.  No one deserves to live with depression, regardless of the intensity of it.  Just because this is milder than before, I still deserve to feel better.  But I'm having a hard time admitting that I have a problem, because the pain isn't expressed in the same way.  Basically right now I'm just numb; but numb is better than being in both physical and mental pain.

So now the question is what to do?  Do I fiddle with medications, try light therapy (which I just can't seem to do, sleep is so much easier), try meditation and yoga, read self-help books and continue with talk therapy?  It all seems to take too much energy.  Sleep, sleep is all I want.

And I leave in three days to visit both my family and the in-laws for Christmas.  Like I said, I'm better off than I was the last couple of years, so I don't expect any drama, but it all sounds like work.  Except for the time we spend with my sister-in-law--the one I always write about.  It will be good to see her.  It's just unfortunate that there will be so many other people around.  As a Christian I feel like this should be an especially sweet time--celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace.  However, I seem to have a hard time finding the peace that is supposed to come with knowing Christ.  I guess I really just don't know Him that well.  I have started reading a book by Deepak Chopra called "The Third Jesus."  I'm not very far into it, but it's very interesting.  Jesus was a really radical man, for His time and for ours.

Well, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.  Here's a prayer for peace for family, friends, strangers, and supposed enemies.  If that enemy is depression, may you find a way to transcend it and find meaning in life.

Mid-life Crisis?

I've been feeling unhappy.  But not really depressed.  I'm unhappy with most aspects of my life, finding little satisfaction spiritually and emotionally.  It doesn't feel like depression because I don't feel like I'm slogging through thigh-high mud.  I'm just sad and dissatisfied.  Could it be I'm going through a mid-life crisis?  I feel like my true self has been lost along the way somehow and that I'm living in a shell that I'm calling life, but really it isn't.  There's just a lot of emptiness in my life.

I'm also feeling anxious lately.  It's sort of a nebulous anxiety that I can't put a finger on.  If you add the anxiety to the unhappiness, maybe it's all morphing into depression.  But I still don't feel depressed.  Of course I'm basing my feeling of being depressed on the absolute worse case scenario; I'm comparing it all to the depressive period from last year, that lasted over two years.  Maybe to a "normal" person this anxiety and unhappiness would feel like depression.  It just doesn't to me.  Maybe it's a case of mild depression.

So, where does that leave me?  I looked up "mid-life crisis" on Wikipedia (since we all know Wikipedia is the source of all truth).  It didn't really seem to fit me, because it's usually age-related and "a time where adults come to realize their own mortality and how much time is left in their life."  However, the result is similar to me. In Wikipedia it says "People may reassess their achievements in terms of their dreams. The result may be a desire to make significant changes in core aspects of day-to-day life or situation, such as in career, work-life balance, marriage, romantic relationships, large expenditures, or physical appearance."  I'm definitely desirous to make significant, core, changes in my life.  But I don't have the energy or know-how right now. It feels like to make any significant I really need to take a leap of faith, right off a cliff.  I've been to this edge many times in my life, but I have yet to take the one step towards a new, "truer" me. 

Ah, whatever.  This is beginning to sound like drivel, so I'll end this blog for now.  There's always a tomorrow to write some more.  I'll give you a hint what I think I'm going to write about--the idea that what we see in the world is only a mirror of ourselves.  Sound interesting?  I think so.