I just read a good article from another blogger. I saw it on Pinterest, and her title image intrigued me.
You may or may not know, but I have battled with the blues for years. I have never been to a psychiatrist regularly... I did go a couple times in my early 20s, but I was so messed up (for other reasons) that I did not stay. I felt like "Bleh - I don't need this crap."
Hindsight tells me I probably should have stuck with it. Maybe not that particular doc, but someone professional.
The article I read said that 1 in 8 women are diagnosed with clinical depression at some point in their lives. That statistic stuck out to me. I think it sucks that that many women are afflicted. On the other hand, I was comforted by it because depression is such a lonely thing. When you are in the thick of it, or when you are heading down the dark path, or even when you are on an upswing it feels like you are alone. Totally and utterly, desperately alone.
Laughter is hard to come by when all you want to do is cry. But it really helps to break the dark clouds. Like Ali says, this is full-body, deep laughing. Get the girls together and close down a bar/restaurant, watch a ridiculous movie, play a crazy game. Do something fun. Seems simple, right? You might have to force yourself, but it will be worth it to go play putt-putt golf.
Number two stuck out for me. I am an introvert also. So being alone is a requirement for my mental health. I have to have time to reset and recharge.
If you've been following along for a while, you know both of my kids are homeschooled now... this has caused me an extreme amount of anxiety. It took my counselor (and Mom) telling me I needed time to myself for me to "get it".
So I have worked it into our homeschool routine. Every single day, we have one or two "personal time in your room" sessions (if the kids are especially antagonistic with each other, it might be three times). These time blocks are about 30 minutes. The kids can do whatever they please in their bedrooms (within reason), but they have to stay there, and they have to be alone too. During this time, I usually sit in my room too. I cannot put into words how much this simple act helps me out. It's quiet, I do not have to speak to anyone. I can just be at peace. It works for us.
I wrote this because I had to. I wrote this because it is my process. I wrote this because I read something and felt something. I wrote this because I know I am not alone, and I want the friend reading this to know she is not either.
If while reading, you thought that sounds like me, you are not alone. I feel you. I got you.
If while reading, you thought poor girl, you missed the point. But that's ok. It wasn't written for you.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 12, Riley is 10 and Remy is 1. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!