I don’t want to read about depression.
Unless I’m depressed.
Then, I seek it out. Like a good sammich. I need it. I need to read and hear about other’s misery when I’m in the midst.
It takes me a while to realize I’m smack in the middle of a lapse in The Happy.
It probably started after BlogHer. The post-excitement, the post-exhaustion, the post-vacation downers.
I’m tired beyond tired all the time. I’m unmotivated. I’m not excited about anything.
Depression? Or Laziness?
I’m on the magic piss pills, so it shouldn’t be The Sadness.
I have a good life, so it shouldn’t be The Sad (like Oprah says… *stab*).
I have you peoples, so I can share my Doubt in the Happy.
I hope I don’t bring you the Downs, but I need to know what helps you.
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You’re in a funk. And I hate that funk. When I’ve gotten in that funk beyond help of little tricks, the “happy” pills helped–after a while. You have to break the funk, which is oh so much easier said than done. Find something that makes you happy and do it. Just because you can. Spoil yourself a little and do something for you. Not mama, not wife, not daughter friend etc, for YOU as a person.
good luck mama
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Copious amounts of alcohol and self abuse.
I was nostril deep in the Funk this morning myself. A walk helped. Now I’m sitting in a cafe drinking a soda and watching people smile. Shortly, I’ll go home, put on some Cat Stevens, and fingerpaint. I might top the evening off with a baked good, then go to bed early. Some days, you just have to give yourself a break. Breathe. Remember that, if nothing else, you’re way better than Sarah Palin. Unless you’re Glen Beck. Then you can just fuck right off.
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what brings me up are the smiling faces of your beautiful girls, hearing them giggle or just saying Grandma…..those squeals of happiness this past weekend were the sweetest sounds any parent or grand parent can hear….happy laughing children….watch Claire’s giggle fest with Patrick again, that should make you smile….
I would talk to your dr about changing your dose. I have been in the funk too.
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A good cry.
A movie.
Making sure I’m eating meals.
A talk with a BFF or my mom or Dawg.
Listening to music.
Not being anywhere near the dramas of the internets or family.
Getting lost in an awesome book.
Talking to the kitties.
Brainstorming something — a shopping list, a planned trip, an idea for something I want to do with my life, that kinda stuff.
A nap.
Online shopping. You don’t even have to press the Purchase button, you just add stuff to the cart and then click the X in the corner when you’re done.
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I need to give myself something to look forward to…a trip…a project…a date..something. I also find that doing something to help someone else gets me out of my depressive crapitude.
Hugs.
Yes having something to look forward to keeps me going too.
The impending Northern European Winter, a prostate exam, the sweet release of death, that kind of thing.
choc chip cookies, a movie that you *know* will make you cry (mine is life as a house) and just taking some time for yourself.
I go through these more often than I would like to admit. Sometimes you just gotta feel it.
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I actually just did write about this last week. (Sorry)
Exercise, sleep, and a good diet, sadly, are what help me the most.
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Talking to my niece and nephews always gives me the Happy.
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I find that Jason Mraz, applied either topically or taken
orallyaurally helps a bit.As do cheesy jokes.
Failing that, I’m with Xbox.
Although it is easy to seek out company in the valley – I also try very hard to stumble upon people that are further out of the funk than I. I just need to read that people are ok and making it – and that eventually I can too. Head-in-the-clouds, sunshine-shitters need not apply.
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I know practical can be boring but I lived in FunkLand all summer (and some months before that) and I’m only now starting to come out of it. What helped: Fish oil, plenty of it. Also B Vitamins and Vitamin D. I feel like a different person when I’m doing that stuff consistently. There’s the other usual stuff (exercise, no sugar) but I”m not real great at those. Fish oil and some vitamins I can do. I appreciate you being honest here. I hope you find some relief soon. You’re NOT alone in this!!
I’m never serious, but I will be now because I want you defunkified.
My dogs (because, DAMN, they are always happy and I can’t be sad around them) and going for walks by myself (like not even with the dogs). Those things help me defunk.
Sometimes, just for a short time, you need to embrace the funk. Watch Terms of Endearment and get your ugly cry going. Sometimes, you can’t fight the lapse in happy – you just need to go through it, experience it and know that it will eventually crack and let the light in. Other times, you just need alcohol and shopping.
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I’m sorry you’re down, Angie. I could write a blog post on this topic since I have so much to say. To keep it short, it sounds like it is what happens to all of us when we take our good lives for granted. We get complacent & nothing seems exciting. I walk my dogs daily & make myself look around at everything in nature & just be thankful. It probably sounds trite but I forget how lucky I am to see, hear, smell, etc. I just remind myself how fortunate I am compared to so many with real hardships. I’m not trying undermine your feelings so if that doesn’t work, maybe Cymbalta can help.
Hugs to you!
Sometimes if I go for walk, I feel better. Sometimes a change of scenery, even if it’s the basement. When I feel this way for longer than a month or two, I’ve gone to see a therapist. That helped tons!
I hope you feel better soon.
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I do something for just me. That’s what my Saturdays spent on photo walks is for, down time when I don’t have to ‘think’ about anything. A good snot blowing, hiccups causing, ugly cry can be very cathartic too.
The suggestions to discuss Rx doses with your doc, are good ones.
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Get out of the house and see people you don’t live or work with at least once a week. Internet doesn’t count for this.
Have someone rub your feet. Get a great pedicure and pay extra for more foot attention.
Unless your not a foot person. In that case, order a pizza.
(hang in there, girl.)
Wine and cheese. And (((hugs))) from friends… xoxox
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