I'm in the middle of getting divorced. It wasn't my choice, but nevertheless, I've been ushered out of my life and ended up in a place I never intended to be.
I've been diagnosed with clinical depression before. I worked through it with meds and therapy. I've been off meds for a few years now, doing well. Kept up with the therapy, learned a lot, and grew even more. That's part of the problem with the marriage...he says I outgrew him and he finds no value in growth. So now I understand the "unequally yoked" thing and know I will be better off without him. I'm working through life, raising sons on my own, caring for aging and ailing parents, trying to find work, trying to finish school...basically moving forward.
But in the last few weeks, I'm feeling the old depression creeping in. I had been keeping up with a whole routine for managing depression that included diet, exercise, supplements and emotional support. But over the holidays, it all fell apart for various reasons. And now it's all I can do to get the boys out the door in the mornings so I can go right back to bed or veg in front of the TV. I don't like living this way, but it used to be that when I felt like this, I summoned all my anger to fuel my strength and get me going in the right direction to get myself out of my funk. It's not working this time. All I feel is weepy and lethargic. And I don't want to be in this place.
I can't let anyone see me this way. I white knuckle myself through doing dishes, the laundry, taking a shower, cooking meals, getting the boys to after-school activities. I've dropped out of school for the rest of the semester. I can't think straight. I am going for blood tests in three weeks, something I had put off because life got complicated. Hope my doctor can help.
Wish I could skip eating when I'm depressed. Apparently I don't roll that way.
This feels like an "oh woa is me" rant. I'm going to go back to bed now.


Fish oil mixed with the points above--that's it.