I'll flag, I'll fall, I'll falter, I'll find my day may be, far and away...

Thursday, 11/01/18, 1:55pm

I don't really know how to start at the moment. I guess I'll first give you a brief update on some things. I had intended to write and upload a post a couple weeks ago. But... something got in the way. I was out of the house for a few hours, and in between a yoga class and PT appointment I was hanging out at a nearby coffee shop typing out a post. I didn't finish but planned to later that day. Well I went home after the appointment and discovered water dripping from the ceiling around the doorway of the study. I realized quickly that our master bathroom is directly above it. The source of the water was from our toilet, which we later discovered was leaking due to some rusted through tank bolts. The toilet had been jostled just enough that morning by the cleaning crew we have come every two weeks. It likely had only been leaking/flooding for 3-4 hours, but it was kinda bad since you know, it was coming from the tank which just keeping refilling. The water leaked down into the study and then down into our basement. A bit of a nightmare really.

Here's our bathroom with toilet room. Of course, it's still carpeted because it's one thing we haven't gotten around to changing and because when the house was built, somebody had this amazing idea that bathrooms should be carpeted. Those are my footsteps in the soaked carpet trying to figure out what was happening.

A lot of water mitigation happened with massive industrial grade fans and dehumidifiers, some tearing up of rooms, some plumbing and insurance stuff (plumbing only to fix the water shutoff to that toilet so we could have water to the rest of the house, not to fix the toilet). And of course quite a bit of disruption to life.

We have a lot to do. We're getting stuff all ready to soon rip up and redo our other upstairs bathroom, since it is looking like that toilet, also original to the house, is having a slow leak going on.

I guess the next project will be our bathroom, then the study (which also needs some evaluation as to damage to the walls and ceiling).

It's "good" since the flooding really only hit rooms we had planned to redo. There's some damage to our cork flooring on the main floor just outside the study but we have some leftover cork in the garage so it should be a reasonably easy fix.

But then of course it just sucks. It sucks. I don't like having to share the kids' shower. I don't like having to go to their bathroom when I wake up needing to pee in the middle of the night. I don't like the smell when I pass by the door to the study. Sigh. I know I'm a spoiled brat, but I'm still rather grumpy about all of this.



So the main reason I picked up my Chromebook to write is that today has been really challenging. I woke up feeling really really bad. I felt feel sadness, lots of shame, self-doubt, and probably even some anger. It all seems silly too, but I am learning from my DBT class to validate my feelings. (I mentioned some about DBT in the last post- I'm about to finish my 5th week of it, going MWF 9am-noon, with additional homework and an hour a week meeting with the individual therapist they assigned to me). I'm not sure I'm even going to go into the whys of my feelings, even though I tend to just share everything. I guess there's some shame happening over why I've been feeling this way.

I've been working really hard all day with lots of DBT skills. I made it to my strength circuit class at the Y, even though I really didn't want to (opposite to emotion action); I did a lot of observing/describing/participating (under the mindfulness module) during the class and tried to do it all "one-mindfully", so paying close attention to my form and breath in each movement; I used the "thoughts" skill (under wise mind ACCEPTS within the distress tolerance module) to count things in the gym like rungs on the upstairs rail around the track and my reps and the cones on the floor and various parts of the walls and floor. I've listened to a lot of music today, favorites and soothing stuff (from the distraction techniques and again, wise mind ACCEPTS). (FYI, I'm only briefly referencing the specific skills because I know you all can read up on things more on your own).

I've been taking a lot of "me time" today. I ate a good lunch and drank a nice latte after exercising, but kept up with the recent tracking food thing I've been doing to help lose some weight, and I even entered each piece of Halloween candy I ate. I read, listened to more music, worked on DBT homework to help me through some of the emotions. Eventually, just before starting this post, I had a big breakdown of sobbing. I'm working hard on the DBT validation of emotions stuff and "riding the emotional wave" stuff to just experience it all and not judge it. It's really really really hard, but AND (dialectics from mindfulness) I think it's helping.

One of the things DBT is teaching me is that doing things that help, even just a little bit, are worth doing. I don't have to try and force my way out of a bad spell by pushing away the feelings and making myself do a full recovery. I think I've put this pressure on myself for a long time that I just need to be "all better". I've never really understood quite what that meant, but I've never been there, and so in my mind I'm a failure. I've also had this expectation of myself that whenever people ask how I'm doing I answer with something along the lines of "I'm doing much better". Because that feels like what everyone wants to hear. I'm still working on a new response to that question.

I don't know that I have anything else to say right now. I guess I just want to say that the DBT stuff is worthwhile, for people struggling with emotions or whatever, and really just for everybody out there.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning, while my guitar gently weeps, with every mistake we must surely be learning, still my guitar gently weeps

Saturday, 05/12/18, 11:06am

Well I guess I'm really becoming a once-a-month blogger. Ah well.

This last month has been decently good, emotionally/mentally speaking, and we keep spreading treatments out more and more. This stretch I'm currently in is 4 weeks. Man, what a difference from the once every week time (which I think lasted a bunch of months), and then of course the 3x a week. The doctor had said, post acute phase of 3x a week, that the maintenance phase would be 6-12 months. I think I'm gonna end up longer than 12 months anyway, though that's not a bad thing and nothing to be ashamed of, but I think that I never felt like once a week was really "maintenance". To me that was more like a second phase of the treatment that was still fairly "in the thick of it" treatment. Now, with the spreading treatments out more and more, feels more like "maintenance" to me. Eh, whatever. Labels aren't exactly important.

So despite the overall "better and better", those bad days, moments, weekends, weeks still hit, and seemingly just as hard. Yesterday and today, so far, have been down in the hole despite an exceptionally good week this week. I managed really well with more evening kid responsibility due to some later work stuff that Nasser had a few of the days. I handled fights/complaining/etc with kids with, what felt like, more patience than I used to. I kept feeling more and more proud of myself. And I got in the pool and did my first bike ride in a really long time. Maybe it was the high hopes of getting back into an exercise every day routine kind of thing, and then not feeling able to yesterday, that brought me down. And I know that thoughts around tomorrow have been feeling like a big trigger. So. Yes, tomorrow is Mother's Day or whatever. Which has some of its own expectations or something. But tomorrow is also the 2nd anniversary of Adam's death. (As my longer term readers may remember, Adam is Nasser's brother who suffered from schizophrenia and was hit by a train and died the night of Friday, May 13th, 2016). I'm not actually going to spend much time discussing Adam today, not because I don't want to, but more because I'm scared that doing so or doing too much of it will just bring me down further.

I suppose that every down period for me has a trigger(s), although originally when it hit yesterday, it kinda felt like the depression just crept in and took over without me realizing it was there until it was too late. I mean, I guess I shouldn't say "too late" because it's not like it's ever too late. I recover and get through these down periods. But during them, it almost always feels like I never, ever will. I turn to the thoughts of "I hate my life", "I'm never going to be better", "why do I even try?", "nobody cares about me", "I'm a failure", "I'll never succeed at anything in life ever again", "I should just give up", etc, etc. It's overwhelming, it makes me sob and sob, it makes me feel like all my lists of "things to do when the depression hits" won't actually help, it makes me crawl further and further into my hole without being able to see or recognize any way out.

But then there are those little, tiny things that maybe seem slightly better, like just barely show that maybe, just possibly, I'm fighting, you know, at least a little. So like, above, when I stopped myself in the "too late" statement. And last night, when Nasser was putting the boys to bed, I started feeling like it was taking him a long time. And I started going into the thoughts that maybe he was hanging out in their room longer because he didn't want to spend time with me. And maybe he doesn't really love me. But I had the brief thoughts of, "no, this is what the depression wants you to feel. this isn't actually real". And after thinking that last night, it didn't like pull me out of the depression, but I guess it was kind of a start. Nasser told me that just having those little thoughts that fight the depressed thoughts is HUGE. It may be baby steps, but it's in the right direction.

A couple weeks ago, when I was in a bad state for a few days, I printed up all these mental health stuff that I had found on Pinterest, of all places. I had made myself a board called "for me" and filled it with these little pictures with good motivational, mental health related quotes. Then with all my printouts, I put together a bunch to hang up in my bedroom. This was the end result, that I'm currently calling my "wall of strength".

To me, they are all wonderful in so many ways, and I so want to blow them all up in this blog for you to see. I have a couple though that I'm picking out to draw your attention to.

They all totally make me tear up and choke up and yet, all in a good way. Like they give me strength every time that I see them. I am trying, I am always trying, even when it feels like I'm not trying or that I'm going to fail. I keep taking those steps to move forward. And even if this fight will never really end, for as long as I live, I am always trying, I am always fighting for those good moments/ days/ weekends/ weeks/ months/ whatever. I am fighting for those I love, I am fighting for those with their own fights, I am fighting for those who have lost their fight and have gone on to whatever lies beyond, and I am fighting for life itself.

This year, we are doing more of a Mother's Day celebration for me today, rather than tomorrow. Nasser made chocolate, chocolate chip muffins this morning, per my request. And we're basically doing whatever I want today, even though the depression has made it hard for me to figure out if there is anything I do want. We are going to the pool this afternoon though, and I think lunch and dinner are all up to me. I wanted to make today a substitute Mother's Day in some regard because it felt really conflicting to try and figure out ways to honor Adam tomorrow and yet also do Mother's Day activities. And then I'm also working on removing my expectations of a "perfect" Mother's Day and the "perfect" way to honor Adam, etc. I need more accepting in my life and less expecting. But then, baby steps.

life is rough, rough (get up, get up, get up)

Friday, 02/09/18, 8:48am

It feels like it's been FOREVER since I wrote, and yet it's only been like a week and a half. And then of course, previous to that time was a full month. So clearly my perspective is totally off. Which, I think I can be forgiven considering this treatment I'm still undergoing, and the memory loss that's still going on.

I should mention, after last week's post, I did end up with a bit of a "crash" later last week. It was Wednesday night (like literally right before going to bed) through Thursday night. I was expecting to crash, and yet it still came as a bit of a shock. It still made me have no clue how to deal with it and left me as helpless as ever. In the morning on Thursday, I think it was after the kids had already left for school, Nasser ended up working from home the entire morning to support me. He sat down with me after I fought with him about how I was incapable of "deep breathing". And how he "didn't understand it because (he) wasn't dealing with depression." He ended up talking me through literally each deep breath in and each deep breath out, for a bunch of breaths. And then even just those several breaths brought me back from that totally helpless, totally freaking out edge. I was really surprised to feel that. In the end, I practiced deep breathing for a good 30-40 minutes, on my own, eventually adding some happy, calming music, yet still focusing on the breath. It made such a difference. I happened to have a doctor appointment scheduled with the ECT doctor, that unfortunately was inconsistent between their schedule and ours. When the assistant called me about 15 minutes after I should have shown up, based on their schedule, we ended up just speaking over the phone, with Nasser, me, and the doctor. We discussed the crash, and how completely normal that was, and about how well I was recovering. We discussed my mood stabilizer medication and about how the latest dosage only had brought my levels to just barely therapeutic. The next dosage level is still safe and so we all decided to go up to the next level. I'm there, as of this past Monday, and plan to get my levels checked for it next week, more because I'm curious, since we have a pretty good idea that they won't go down.

The rest of last Thursday went through a few ups and downs. I did quite well, at least for the initial beginning of the kids being home in the afternoon. At some point, RG was super angry and decided to "run away". At this point, a full week later, I can't really even remember what all caused this. Anyway, he pretty quickly afterward rang the doorbell, saying he thinks he "fractured his ankle, from dropping down out of the tree he climbed. I was great in being totally empathetic, getting him ice for his ankle and taking care of him, not mentioning the whole "running away" thing. Eventually after icing, when we discovered he could walk just fine and decided his ankle wasn't actually fractured, he changed in warmer clothes and went back outside to sit in the tree on his own. After all that though, I still came back down, emotionally, and was unable to take the boys to pick up Nasser's mom from the airport, which we had planned. Of course, Nasser's mom is one of the people I should feel least uncomfortable around when I'm depressed since she understands mental illness so much. And really, hugging her after Nasser and the kids arrived home with her, was incredible heart warming.

And then, after all that, I was totally fine again when I woke up Friday morning. It was a little weird to recover that well so quickly.

I had treatment on Monday this week, and this was after having skipped ALL of last week (a big deal for me), and I discussed the crash with everyone there and got a lot of confirmation for how normal this is, how I should expect the ups and downs, etc. My nurse also reminded me of how awesome it is my commitment to the treatment, to medication changes, how my "not giving up" really speaks to my resolve to "get better". It really spoke to my heart. I did have a bit of a down trend the later part of Monday and some of Tuesday this week, but I think that was a fair amount related to the treatment. I actually got myself to go for a short walk on Tuesday, unlike most day after treatment days, when I'm so tired and out of it still that I typically allow myself to lay around the house all day. I'm also getting into more of a schedule for exercise, running especially, since I still have that half marathon coming up in only, well, 3 months. Considering my current shape though, it's just barely, maybe, enough time to be ready for it.

Oh, and at treatment on Monday, we decided to push the next treatment, to, well, 16 days. The longest yet. Big, big deal in my mind.

And, I ended up talking a bit about my crash with my therapist this week. She reminded me of an analogy she used some time ago, that I've since forgotten, you know with my unreliable memory. She sometimes related the downs, the crashes, to getting your period. It's not really a surprise for it to show up, it's not pleasant certainly, but I do have the "supplies" to deal with it. And even things as bad as suicidal thoughts can be related to really awful cramps, I may respond with "aw crap!", but I do know that I'll get through this. Now certainly it's not a perfect analogy, but it did do a lot in my brain to, maybe, up my confidence in my ability to deal with the downs.

So anyway, despite a few downs, I'm still on this "better" trend, which I also still can't quite believe a lot of the time. But working on learning my new "normal".

Including this picture from this morning... me and Nasser enjoying some special Blue Bottle coffee that we've been receiving on delivery for awhile, a gift from my sister-in-law. I laugh out loud at TK in the background, possibly literally in the air on his bouncy ball, that he yesterday discovered hiding in the basement.

Cheers to everyone out there.

over here, come slowly, come slowly to me, I've been waiting, patient, patiently

Tuesday, 02/27/18, 12:56pm, 2:14pm

Hey there.

The last time I wrote a blog post was just over a month ago. Literally. Friday, 01/26/18. And... this past month has been, well, a bit of a change, I'd say. And I guess there's a bit to catch you up on.

The week after that last post, I ended up doing a "burst" of treatment, so I ended up with ECT Monday, Wednesday, and Friday that week. That week, I felt like a bit of a failure, but the burst was important for stabilizing me. I felt, like, working hard for a bit after that, then at some point in the couple weeks after that burst, I realized I was doing quite a bit better. I took some rather big enjoyment out of a ski trip we did 2 weekends ago to Crested Butte, Colorado, along with several other families. It was nice. Then last Tuesday, after the trip, I had probably my most productive, busy day in a really long time. I had a therapy appointment in the morning, went swimming at the Y right after, quickly rushed to my dentist appointment right after that, had lunch with Nasser next, then went to our ski boot-fitter place to get my boots adjusted a bit, rushed to get gas in my car and do a quick grocery trip, all just barely in time to make it home and get to the bus stop in time. Another big milestone was this was my very first true grocery trip in a really, really long time, like probably since before starting ECT last June. Let that sink in a minute. I bought real food this time, things like raw meat and vegetables for cooking real dinners. Then, that evening, I COOKED dinner, again probably the first time I did so since before starting ECT last June. Honestly, last Tuesday, I went through all these activities rather well, surprisingly easily, but I was totally shocked that this happened, that I accomplished so much.

Last Wednesday, I had treatment, and I was in a fantastic mood telling my nurse and doctor about how well I was doing and how well I felt. My doctor and I talked about this mood stabilizer I'm on, the one I finally reached the "therapeutic dosage" on February 8, got my blood work on the 15th to measure the levels of this med in my blood, and so we discussed the levels. Apparently I metabolize this med rather quickly, because we knew that with the first blood work, but strangely, at twice the med dosage, I'm less than double the levels in my blood. But I am now in the therapeutic range, so it probably does make sense that I'm doing better. I even have the option of upping the med a little further, like that dosage is still safe. We decided to skip treatment this week, and I'm going next Monday.

It's weird, the whole "feeling better" thing. Like, I've been very cautious about it, a bit worried that any second I'm going to come crashing down. But the other thing is, like, I've been using this mood tracking app, "Daylio" (maybe I've mentioned it before), and I've been super good about using it since starting ECT. Well, here's the thing: there's an enormous difference between this month and last month. January, I was mostly "meh" (the middle rating), with some "good", but quite a few in the "fugly" and "awful" ranges (the lower 2 ratings). This month, I've been mostly "good", with some "meh", and 1 "awful" (no "fugly"). It's nice to have some data to back things up.

My therapist today talked about tapping in to the appreciation thing as often as possible, instead of worrying about the crashing down thing as much. She was concerned that if I let myself get carried away with worrying, I could even bring on the depression that way. We talked about getting into the habit of coming up with 2 things I'm grateful for during a lot of the more simple, mundane activities, like going grocery shopping, picking up my kids from the bus, etc. Cuz I did do a lot of appreciating with last week's grocery run, but getting into the habit of it that way will keep it going, maybe as I fall into some kind of "normal" at some point.

So today, TK is home sick from school, and Nasser is working from home today to help out, so I could keep my therapy appointment this morning, and he didn't mind the opportunity to play some of his new video game in between meetings. TK actually threw up yesterday afternoon, just a little bit after coming home from school. It made for a kinda busy and stressful afternoon, between cleaning up the mess, since it happened on the couch, without any bucket since we weren't exactly prepared for it, getting him everything he needed to feel comfortable and safe, etc, trying to figure out if we'd make any possibility for dinner since he didn't throw up again for some time, not until I tried giving him a little packet of applesauce, which he downed just fine, but then threw up (luckily in the little bucket this time) just before sitting down to eat some soup. It all was fine, and really, at no point did I freak out. I felt like this new state I'm in these days can handle stress a lot better than before, which by the way, is so incredibly fantastic a feeling. Late yesterday evening, TK decided he was really hungry, ate a bunch of saltines and the soup, sat on the couch for a bit, then decided he wanted to sleep on the couch. We set it all up for him, put the bucket nearby, and despite my worries that he'd throw up all that dinner, he made it all night and has been good today, just you know, spending a lot of time watching things on TV/YouTube/etc.

Poor RG didn't like the idea of having to go to school today with his brother at home. When he woke up, he was convinced he was sick too, then was really disappointed when he couldn't prove it with the thermometer. We had a big discussion about school, and how hard he thinks it is, and I, being the great parent I am, went into how "you know, it's only just going to get harder, like with high school, and then college!" and then I pulled out some old college textbooks, and even a high school one- Calculus- that we had on a bookshelf in our study. It turned out to be a good way to calm him down because he couldn't believe I had a college textbook that was 927 pages long, and he was shocked that in the front cover of the Calculus book which showed some basic principles, he didn't understand any of it (!). We enjoyed trying to explain to him how a(b + c)=ab +ac. Anyway, he was totally willing to walk to the bus when it came time, and gave me some snuggly hugs before it.

Well, anyway, the point of this post is really to tell you all how much better I'm feeling, also how I really hope this does last, and how I'm going to try my damnedest to make it last.

I love you all, I greatly appreciate all the support I've been given, throughout ECT, throughout the extent of this damn illness, and really my whole crazy life. I will try harder to write more consistently now too.

I feel the wind a blowin’, slowly changing time

Thursday, 10/20/16, 12:06pm

Uggg, I suppose I'm doing "better" today and yesterday, at least in comparison with Tuesday. But not fantastic, not amazing, not great, barely ok actually. Getting through therapy yesterday, with Nasser there, wasn't super easy. He went in hoping to get some ideas on how to support me better, and I felt like the main conclusion was just, Alisa needs to do a better job on her own, without relying so heavily on Nasser. I think Nasser did get some ideas, but they tend to focus on giving me more "power over my recovery" or something like that.

I feel like I'm just constantly faced with the conclusion that I'm not doing a good enough job in fighting the depression, and that just further demoralizes me and then makes the depression worse. And I continue to just do a worse and worse job at fighting it. God, I suck at life, don't I?

Let's try not to go there though. It's way too easy to cycle downward with those thoughts.

One of the things we talked about was making a really good list of like 10 things I can do when I'm in a hole. I suppose I've done exercises like this before, but these lists get buried in notebooks, or on handouts from therapists or my phone somewhere (maybe in one of those note apps I've attempted?) and don't end up being too comprehensive. Let's start with listing here for today. It might get added to my decorative mirror with the affirmations, and maybe also on an index card to carry in my purse at all times.

Things to help me when I'm down:

• Blog
• Go for a run or bike ride
• Deep breathe
• Yoga
• Meditation
• Go for a walk
• Distract myself with a show/movie
• Journal
• Take a bath
• Read a book
• Look at pretty pictures of the world and nature/ watch Planet Earth
• Take a shower
• Practice mindfulness

The list may change and get added to, but I feel it's a good start. That's more than 10 anyway. I could put on there "talk to a support person", but that one is tough. It's probably a good thing but I'm trying to balance it between "seeking help"/"feeling the guilt&shame of seeking help"/"trying to accept that seeking help is ok and not something to be ashamed of". And I need to learn to rely on myself more, to trust myself more, to believe in myself more.

TK is begging me to go outside so I'm just going to finish up with some pretty fall colors pictures I've been attempting lately. If I get some good enough ones, I want to do some photos to canvases sometime. Not sure I've captured quite what I want yet. Although we're really running out of those fall colors now!

and then we’ll take flight up in these wild skies, and we’ll greet the moonrise when the day is spent

Friday, 09/16/16, 1:22pm

This week has actually been... ok. Maybe it's been going better, maybe the new meds are starting to kick in for real now, and maybe I didn't need to blog as much. Or maybe I was simply busy this week and wanted my free time as me time, not blogging time.

But a week without blogging is kinda a lot for me.

I have a lot I'm looking forward to over the next 10ish days. I think that has helped too.

We have a friend flying in for a visit tonight through Sunday, we'll see Nasser's mom and her husband for a bit on Sunday, and on Tuesday, we leave for...  Bermuda. That's right, B E R M U D A.

We are going withOUT kids and attending a wedding while we're there, but getting several extra free days in to relax, see some sites, enjoy the beautiful outdoors and ocean and beach. We've known about this Bermuda wedding for quite some time and knew from the beginning that kids would not be invited. And we've been planning for this for so long. Flights, accommodations were booked well in advance, we had my parents lined up for months to watch our kids. I can't believe it now that it's almost here though. It's always been this distant future thing, but we are actually going. Sah-weeet!

Yeah, clearly I am not excited about this trip at all.

I've just started preparing more for the trip, buying some travel sized essentials from the store, I had a hair appointment the other day, I'm getting my legs waxed (ugh, is it worth it? Yes yes it is to not have to shave legs the whole trip. Of course, the feminist part of me wishes I was bold enough to go hairy all the time, hah!). But it's made me really appreciate the excitement more.

I caught a bad cough/cold thing last weekend, and had it pretty bad several days this week. Working really hard to get over it in time for the trip, which I think will work out perfectly. But I was surprised that the physical illness didn't trigger some bad depressive/anxiety breakdowns. I think that's a sign that the meds really are starting to kick in.

Finishing off with a selfie from Wednesday of my new hair color. It's still in the reddish family, but it has some violet hue going on. It makes me happy.

and I scream from the top of my lungs, what's going on?

Thursday, 04/21/16, 12:22pm

Today's post will probably end up being multi-tasked. I'm starting out typing between bites of my lunch and helping TK make his mini-pizzas. It's one of those totally not necessary things that I indulge him in sometimes. He loves the pizza lunchables. You've seen them before, right?

We only buy them when they're on sale for a $1 each and he doesn't eat them that often. Since we're at home we microwave them, so it's not even something he'll want to bring to school in kindergarten since he has no microwave to use there. He helps use the microwave at home since it's at his level.

TK and I are doing better today as a pair. Still no video games, which is FINE. Although I did allow one show this morning after my appointment and dropping Daddy off at work and a grocery run, a show that was a bit more educational, Word Girl. I needed the break to make sure I could succeed today. And maybe that's when I should have blogged, but really I needed some finish my show from yesterday time.

Today is going to be better. Despite fighting tears on the drive to my appointment, despite almost crying several times in my psychiatrist's office, and despite a couple annoying comments from people in the grocery store.

Yeah I can't move on without explaining the annoying comments in the grocery store. It started with getting one of those car carts with TK. He wanted the all blue on, which was in the back. I had to move the one in front of it to get it out, but I figured it wasn't a big deal. But then those things are hard to move around- they're big, they're bulky, and they don't turn very well. But TK still likes them and every f-ing grocery store has them, and they're probably worse for spreading germs than the all metal regular carts, but whatever. The lady working at the store ended up helping me move the other cart out of the way and says "they don't even know how indulgent they are, right?" I don't know what I said back, something instinctual with how I socially interact with people I don't know to just nod and smile. But really that was a rather nasty comment! We all know it's not good to be indulgent, and she just managed to insult me and my child with that one statement. So that started off my trip to the store in a grumpy mood. And it's contributing me questioning everything I do with TK today as "am I being too indulgent?" Yeah, probably. Ugh.

Then when we were leaving the store, I was pushing our massive car cart out of the out exit, this other woman thought about going in my way but decided to go through the in entrance. Right as this was happening, I was telling TK "we're good, we're good", and that woman says to us "no, you're not." Again I made some idiotic response back and laughed it off. But seriously, WTF did she mean by that? And who says stuff like that?

So yeah, I left the store with conflicting thoughts of anger towards those women, embarrassment that my flaws seemed so apparent to the world today, shame over my parenting. I can't blame those women entirely. If I had more confidence perhaps I wouldn't be bothered by what others said, or if I hadn't had a major depressive episode last night, perhaps in a less raw state these comments would have been more easily dealt with. I'm reminded by a metaphor from therapy; I picture a force field around me. I determine which circumstances, comments, looks, etc are allowed inside the force field, which are allowed in and released back out, and which are deflected away.

I think this is one of those situations I really need to release these comments back out. The second one should have been deflected away completely but I wasn't fast enough to do that.

Sigh.

It can still be a good day. I have a night out planned tonight with a few friends at one of those paint and sip places. I can't let tonight be a repeat of last night.

so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain

Wednesday, 03/09/16, 1:27pm

Things are improving, although I still don't feel quite back to normal/recovery/better/whatever. Run with friends this morning helped, hanging out with my sister a bunch this morning helped, choir last night actually helped too. Sleep helped. Figuring out some needed childcare this week for parent/teacher conference and therapy appointment helped.

I hate having depressive episodes. They suck. I think it's probably hard for anyone to understand who hasn't gone through it (or similar) or watched someone else go through it. I certainly didn't understand much about depression prior to its manifestation in me. During an episode, everything feels like the end of the world, you feel totally incapable at handling the troubles in your life, every trouble seems bigger and worse, and even when you think you're on the mend, little things trigger it back again.

I still feel weak, emotionally, and I still feel on edge. Like anything could push me down the hole again.

But I'm trying to take care of myself. Trying to do things that will prevent that relapse, and trying to use the support I have available.

I don't feel up to blogging more right now, but maybe more later. Thank you to those out there who've been worried since I shared about my episode yesterday.