Thursday, May 27, 2010

I don't know why.

Suddenly, without warning and totally unwanted I start to get depressed. Negative thoughts dominating my mind. Everything is a huge effort. I can not afford depression!
I wish I wasn't mental.

9 comments:

steve said...

I've always been the same way. When I can, I try to ride it out. When that doesn't work, I try a cup of coffee to help increase motivation. Also, I find that if I tackle a task I've been putting off for a long time, I feel a bit better.

And sometimes I put on The Smiths and just wallow in it.

Stephany said...

It's normal, not mental. Carrying a lot on your shoulders, and recent highs and lows, always leaves room for a crash. Just keep on carrying on, it will pass. Hopefully getting out soon w Herrad to enjoy different surroundings will help.

Lisa Emrich said...

Richie,
You do so very much for Herrad. Do something for you. Carve out time for yourself to replenish.

Depression sucks (to be polite). I know I've dealt with it for many years and it still attacks when things had been going just fine.

Thinking of you and sending hugs.

Rain said...

I know what you mean...everything can be sunshine and lollipops, then that evil little depression monster wants to fark things up for you. The only thing that changes my perspective when that happens is going for a walk in the woods. Either that or watching reruns of Family Guy to get myself laughing, that's always good medicine. Hope it passes soon.
xxx

mortonlake said...

richie,as a carer,and caring for a loved one,you need a break sometimes,its not being unloving to herrad,its common sense.ive been in that black hole called depression,its evil.tc mort

Patrick@Caregivingly Yours said...

Richie, you are a caregiver. Ironically it is easy for shit to creep up on us because our focus is elsewhere. Balance finds a way.

Caregivingly Yours, Patrick

Richie said...

Thanks for the support- I have made myself take some exercise and tried to fill us much of my day as I can. I am still drifting off to misery every now and then but I do feel genuinely better.

Cathy said...

I don't. Some of my most insightful, creative times have been born in dark, ugly, painful places. But for you, until you can befriend that which you cannot fight, I wish a bright candle to guide you. Let it be made of friendship.

Have Myelin? said...

It is difficult to be a caregiver no matter how wonderful a person you are. It's damn hard!