I have always believed that admitting a problem is the first step in overcoming it. So I am admitting I suffer from depression.
Some of the symptoms of depression are:
- Loss of interest in normal daily activities
- Feeling sad or down
- Feeling hopeless
- Crying spells for no apparent reason
- Problems sleeping
- Trouble focusing or concentrating
- Difficulty making decisions
- Unintentional weight gain or loss
- Being easily annoyed
- Feeling fatigued or weak
- Feeling worthless
There are a few others but only these apply to me. I’m not suicidal or in physical pain. I’m just depressed. I have been for a long time now. And I am fighting it tooth and nail. My husband is depressed too. So most people would assume we have a very gloomy life. We don’t. We have each other and the years of love we have built are probably the only thing that sees us through. I hate that I am this way. I don’t want to be. It affects just about every aspect of my life.
Often I am told I should see the doctor and get a prescription for anti-depression medication. But to me that is just another way of pretending I don’t feel like this instead of dealing with it. that and the side affects of some of those drugs scare me more than the depression itself.
Now don’t get me wrong my depression is not so bad that I can’t cope or function. I do every day. I get up and get the kids to school, clean my house, write, cook, chat with people online.. I even laugh and joke around. But underneath the surface is a sadness and anger I can not seem to shake. It may never go away.. and in a small way i hope it doesn’t. I am however learning to cope. And as much as it all hurts sometimes.. the hurt is better than not being able to feel anything. I was numb long enough, now is the time to feel. And to learn to own these feelings and not allow them to own me.