The snow has fallen all day in London but there’s not much left to show for it now. I do love it!
Until I came onto these pages tonight, I had almost forgotten that life had been feeling so very bad lately. It has made me realise that I am the opposite of what the Christmas experience was. I am no longer sitting on the fence, tittering between well-being and despair. How long it will last, is anyone's guess, but, for a change, I will enjoy the present without worrying when my whole world might crash in on me.
The recent depression is one of the worst experiences I have ever had. It made me realise a lot and brought me back to something that has always meant a great deal to me over the years, my faith in God and my spirituality.
I came to this Forum about a year ago with the biggest issue of not wanting to get any better, not if it meant re-joining life and making new friends. My spirit had been facing destruction for years, by an existence that seen its fair share of suffering (most of it self-inflicted). There was no future, no wishes or ambition. Sometimes I really did hope for death, a couple of times I almost ended it.
Apparently, we go through major changes every 5 to 7 years, in our appearance and our outlook on life; I seem to follow a 7-year cycle. This year I feel on the threshold of major change. I am beginning to feel frustration for not doing enough. There are ideas flowing through my brain about various writing courses and projects I would like to see myself embark on.
In ‘Shoot….Dog’ I can relate to almost everything the Author writes and found particular comfort in her comparisons between the depressive-self and the well-self. Like her, I often find it hard to believe I was once capable of management positions when, at times, I can barely manage my own affairs.
The author doesn’t talk in terms of recovering from depression, rather that the depression is in remission. Whatever, she did manage to get her life back under control and return to those responsible positions. Overall, it helps to solidify my new-found hopes and ambitions for the future.
I never thought I would hear myself say/write those words. Only a few days ago I was wondering if that heavy depression would ever lift.... let's hope it has.
I'm off to make some bedtime supper; toast with spread cheese and tea with a dose of telly.