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Saturday, April 11, 2020

DEPRESSION SUCKS


         Originally, when thinking about today’s post, I thought it would be a happy and uplifting one, but the way I’m feeling as I type this is very depressed. I knew I had written something about depression years ago, so I went looking for it. With some minor changes, I’m publishing it today in the hope this reminder will make me CHOOSE to not be depressed.

More than a century ago when my great grandmother was alive and raising kids, I’m sure she suffered from depression based on stories handed down. Who wouldn’t have suffered back then in the coves of Tennessee? It was hard-scrabble farming, no electricity, running water, grocery stores, or any of the “conveniences” we now take for granted. At the same time, my great-grandmother most likely wasn’t aware of the “haves” since pretty much everyone she knew were have-nots as well. No major publications or television to show her the “perfect” world she didn’t have.

My grandmother didn’t appear to suffer from depression even though she didn’t have it any better than her mother. Married to a man 40+ years older than her, she raised his 11 kids from two previous deceased wives plus the five he gave her and took care of him when he became bedridden. This, all while working a hard-scrabble farm with no amenities. I was even born in her cabin in front of the fireplace which was the warmest place available, and my uncle served as my incubator until my mother was ready to have me with her.

Grandma, too, had a hard life and was part of my life from the very beginning. I don’t remember her ever dwelling on the hardships she endured or thinking or believing she had a hard life. In fact, she was upbeat, amusing and looked for and found silver linings in whatever clouds passed her way. She even had fond memories and often told stories about her good old days. I need to be more like my Grandma.

My mother was the antithesis of my grandma once we moved to the city. Before that, as a stay-at-home mom, she baked and sang and kept the house immaculate. I remember these as very happy times. Once we left Idaho for the city, things changed. Dad was injured, then couldn’t find a job and so she had to go to work to keep the family going. That, and easy access to print, radio and television advertising (or so I think) did affect her view toward life, and it wasn’t ever positive again as long as she lived.

I had a wonderful childhood and life was very good until I grew up and became an adult. Actually, life was good until my daddy died and I was 32 then. Marital problems also added to the depression. I was in my 40s when my doctor told me I suffered from depression and prescribed antidepressants. I would take them for a time, then stop, become depressed and the cycle would repeat. Finally, my doctor told me I was to be commended for not becoming an alcoholic or drug user, but I simply had to accept the fact my chemical composition was such that without my medication I would be depressed. So, basically, knock it off and take your pill every day. I did so until a few years ago when I gave them up for good. For the most part, I haven’t been inordinately depressed for any long periods of time, so the decision was a good one.

Still, when life seems to be more than I can handle, depression rises from the depths of my being. So, I find myself wanting to withdraw from friends and family, stop doing much of anything and have a private pity party for however long it takes to stifle the depression. Of course, I know getting out and about, accomplishing a chore; basically doing anything that brings positivity to my life will help alleviate the depression.

I also know there are other things that are contributing to the way I’m feeling as I type this. Coronavirus, shelter in place, fear of going out and about all contribute to the way I’m feeling. I’m 74 and have three auto-immune diseases, so that puts me in the risk category. Most of the time I try not to think about it and I don’t watch the news aside from 20 minutes of Good Morning America. Maybe I should give up that 20 minutes. Maybe I just needed to succumb to depression for a day or so.

So, why do I CHOOSE to be depressed. I mean, really, logically, what do I have to be depressed about?  I’m healthy, am pretty much financially secure, have family and friends who care about me, have things to do that I enjoy and basically don’t have much to complain about at all. Yes, there are things about my life I would like to change or have changed, but they are also things over which I have no control. I should just let them go, and for the most part do so, but sometimes, they rise up and smack me in the face.

There’s also the fact Easter is tomorrow and as I posted in my previous blog, like many others, I’m going to spend it alone. I know that has added to my depressed feeling. Yes, I’ll have ham and good buns. I’ll have my gin. I’ll stuff my face and enjoy doing it, but the enjoyment would be increased by having someone/anyone share it with me.

In any case, it didn’t help that I CHOSE to take a beautiful sunny day off and achieve absolutely nothing. When I got up the next morning, even though I’d slept well, I felt crummy and really just wanted to go back to bed. I didn’t. I got myself together and went for my hour walk. It wasn’t fun. For some reason, the calves of my legs always hurt a lot, and lately they’ve gotten worse. It doesn’t matter if I stretch, eat a banana, take my vitamins first, my calves hurt for part or much of the walk. It makes me want to stop walking…but I won’t.

Now that I’ve typed this, I’m going to CHOOSE to go outside and continue working in my garden. It always makes me feel good to see what I’ve accomplished at the end of the day. It’s supposed to be beautiful and warm for the next week or more, and I need to keep the fact that my life is a 1,000 (or more) times better than that of my great-grandmother at the forefront of my thoughts. I know I can CHOOSE not to be depressed by getting busy, calling friends, working out, accomplishing a major project, doing things that make me feel good. Most of the time, this is the choice I make. So, why are other days so difficult, and why on those days, do I CHOOSE to be depressed? I don’t really have an answer to this question, I just know now and then, no matter what, life and depression sucks. 

2 comments:

  1. Hi Kasrla. As I read this post, I realized I could have "erased" your name and replaced it with mine. I am almost 73, also have immune an system disease, and have suffered from bouts of depression since I was in my early 20s. One thing I DID learn from a very competent and caring Dr was that I didn't choose to be be depressed. I can choose how to respond ti it, but sometimes it has been so overwhelming, the only thing I could do was roll with it and let it pass. I didn't want to take anti depressants at first. My Dr. explain (as I assumed yours has also), depression is not a choice but some sort of chemical imbalance. He asked me, if I had diabetes, would I take meds for it? Of course, Same thing with depression. So over the years I took many different meds, with period of years, taking none. I always ended back up on them. For me, finding the right med was part of the problem. Fast forward to now. After several years OFF meds, and at the suggestion of my daughter, I went back on and found what I would consider to be a good "fit" for me. Along with that, a therapist "to die for". You see, I have also been bulimic since 1973.....I can guarantee you it can ruin your life. Now, with this new help, I feel better than I have for years....(of course still with occasional bouts of depression)_. Aging has been a godsend to me. Aging has taught me what really is important in life, what to let go and what to stand up for, and have the strength to follow through with, in spite of what others may think. I want to thank you for sharing, as it DOES help one to know that they are not alone. Keep up the good writing and doing what you do to keep yourself "sane". Love, from a relatively happy old woman....Jean

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    1. Thank you Jean for your comments. They were all like reading about myself. Stay healthy in these trying times. paula

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