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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Depression Sux

I still remember the day that I was told that I was depressed.  I looked at the therapist and gave him a look that said he was crazy, yo.  I didn't have thoughts of suicide, I didn't have crying jags, I wasn't sad.  That was also the day that I finally realized that depression comes in many forms.  Mine comes in the form of exhaustion.  When I get depressed, I am exhausted all.the.time.  Not tired; exhausted.  It feels like I've been working for five days straight without taking a break. It is most annoying, especially b/c I am able to recognize it for what is is.  It makes me want to punch something.  Right now I would like to punch a whole in the wall of my cubicle.

I took Will and Kelsey to visit my sister this past weekend.  We drove to the Oregon coast (hello freaking COLD and nothing like the CA coast) and talked which makes me wish that I could see her every day (what can I say? I'm not a phone person).  She really helps me look at things from a different perspective.  After I spend time with her, I tend to re-evaluate.  I also envy her.  It's not b/c she gets to go to Hawaii twice this year (I'll be there in spirit).  It's not b/c she gets to be a stay-at-home mom (someday, when Will & Kelsey are teenagers I'll be a great SAHM).  There are many reasons I'm not envious.  The reason I am is b/c she is happy and I can see it every time I see her.  My sister is a natural born caretaker, the quintessential SAHM.  If she wasn't my sister, I would still love visiting her b/c she always has things that she knows I like.  Whether it be wine, or shampoo, or my own pink loofah waiting for me on the bed.  The place she is right now it life is hard won, something that can be said for almost everyone that is really and truly happy. 

What I want to know is how do I get to that point?

Because I'm such a glass-half-empty type of person, I try VERY hard not to concentrate on the negative.  Today, at this very moment in time, I'm having a really hard time with that.  I could write a list of twenty things that are depressing me right now.  There is one good thing, but it's hardly worth mentioning and it makes me sound like a god-awful mother.  I am in a depressive funk and it's really fucked. 


Anonymous said...

You are my hero. As I sit here reading your entry about why you are envious of me, I take stalk of why I am envious of you. You are the most successful 28 year old, mother of 2 that I know. You have a solid career, yes, you may not love it. You have a loving, attentive may not see him for what he is at all times, who does. You have 2 healthy, happy (for the most part) kids. You are the bestest friend I could have ever asked for...and I did not even pick just comes naturally for us. I love you and your depressed ass!!

Casee said...

My depressed ass life is better with you in it. I love you.

P.S. I'm 29.

Anonymous said...

LOL...Oh yeah...almost 30! I love you more than words can express! Now, get your ass here!