This is a great article on how to back away from being a “control freak” of a mother…something I definitely need help with. 🙂
Should I actually admit it? To my family? To my friends? To my coworkers? To the general public all around the world?
I am depressed. I cannot control it. I am ashamed, and I afraid of being judged. I don’t want to be thought of as weak.
So, what am I going to do about it? Well, I started by going to my family doctor last week. He has prescribed a lightweight medication to start and recommended regular exercise (also on my transformation list, for other reasons).
I also need to be more openminded about what depression means. I don’t want to be pressured by what John Q. Public “thinks” depression means. I don’t know why depression has the big back cloud over it that it does. BAHAHA I think we all fall prey to this kind of thing over the span of a lifetime. I simply don’t want it to consume me…
Now, I have found this really cool website with some helpful resources (http://www.12step.com/articles/12-step-lifestyle/12-step-program-depression). At first glance of http://www.depressedanon.com, it seemed way over what I needed. Then I saw it! A 12-step plan for depression? Who knew, right?! I think I might check this out.
There is something about
Sharpie markers that bring the world into focus. If I want change, I am going to need a plan. Sometimes its as simple as some markers and post its. Lots of pink, of course.
I pretty much mapped out what I want to happen in my life…with the exception of marrying Jon Bon Jovi. That’s a given.
Over the past two years, in the midst of life, I have been doing a great deal of spiritual exploration. I think that really needs to continue.
I also need to try and have a little fun. I think I might even try smile meditation again. (from Eat, Pray, Love- the book, NOT the movie).
If I sit here and look at the big picture, it overwelms the sprinkles out of me. So, one day at a time…one step at a time.
Look out world, Sunshine has sharpie markers!!!
That’s what I said…demons. Cast them out. I have never really understood the concept of a person having demons, but now I think I might have an idea.
There is something deep within that is so hurt…and sad…and angry. I can’t really tell if it is related to a past event or a current one.
Something to think and pray about.
I have spent 37 years of my life making excuses. NO MORE! I am not on a weight loss expedition…obviously, that one failed. After all, my last blog entry was in 2009 for goodness sakes. Now, I AM happy to report that I have lost and kept off 60 pounds since the beginning of the blog, but I still a looonnnngggg way to go.
Like I said, I am not here to lose weight. I am here for TRANSFORMATION! From the inside out! A lot, and I mean, A LOT, has occurred in my life since the last blogs. I feel myself going through somewhat of a mid-life crisis…oh the times, they are-a changin’. I have been on this three year roller coaster ride, which has left me contemplating life in general.
To sum it up, I got temporary custody of my two grandchildren; then my 25 year old son moved up to help me with his children; then came the separation and eventual divorce from my husband of 15 years; financial struggles; kidney stones; landlord committed suicide leaving us looking for a home; husband dating my friend at work (now talking about marriage and taking our 9 year old son ring shopping – isn’t it bad enough that he wants to go live with them?!); broken teeth coupled with excruciating pain; lack of a sex life; an old boyfriend in Florida offering love/support, and potentially empty promises; after nearly 18 months of living with me and my son – their father – my grandchildren were then “legally kidnapped” by their mother once she was released from jail after her 2-3 month homeless crime-spree across the US with her drugged-out boyfriend and third child; She would not allow us to see or speak to them for 6 months, leaving us fearing for their safety and well-being; more financial stress; all resulting in a long, slow, gradual lapse into depression. Oh yeah, and did I mention that I am overweight!!?? (ok, I am done whining)
I have been trying to stay too strong for too long. Last week it was like I finally woke up. And I was in a deep hole, looking up. All I could see were the faces of everyone in my life, people I truly feel like I have let down. It was as if they were all asking me, “Hey, what are you doing in a hole? Why are you there?” All along, I hadn’t even known I was there. That is what depression is like…for me, at least. It is gradual. Things begin to get overwhelming, and within a few months, I am avoiding anything that could even remotely be overwhelming. I don’t even go into my kitchen anymore…partly because my now 26-year old son is a slob and leaves the nastiest messes, and partly because the very sight of dishes overwhelms me.
I can make it through my work day, but by the time I get home, I am completely wiped out. I don’t want to move, I just want to sit or lay down. I don’t want to be near anyone or talk to anyone, unless they are going to coddle me and hold me tight. Pitiful right?
I have always lived my life in a certain way. Perhaps some would call me a snob. I certainly have done my share of judging others. I consider this entire process a horrifying lesson in being humble. I am only now beginning to piece together the things that I must do to turn my life around…to transform myself and become the person I want to be. And hopefully, I can find a way to help others at the same time. Join me?
Talk to you later!