some days, it is a struggle to get up, out of bed, to contemplate
taking a shower, (usually if i can get so far as the bathroom, bushing
my teeth is priority), getting dressed is a choir, let alone doing
anything constructive.
some days are like that.
i have fewer of those days, these days.
every day was like that for the better part of two years. and i
gave up on trying to explain to friends and family that pulling myself
up by my bootstraps wasn't the answer, namely cuz i wasn't wearing
them. i stopped trying to explain that taking a walk was
exhausting not invigorating. I gave up on trying to find the
words to describe how I was feeling, mentally, physically, emotionally.
now, i co-facilitate support groups for those with mental illnesses and
brain disorders. i advocate when and where possible for those who
feel helpless and voiceless. i educate various groups, including
those who are mental health care providers.
and yet...
when it comes to friends and family, i've given up trying to explain,
advocate, etc. i think that's sad and wrong. one of these
days, i'll be brave enough, coherent enough to talk to them and explain
with clarity.
one of these days.
not today.
10 October 2005
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Wow! Can I relate. I had no idea you were like me!
ReplyDeleteI am feeling the same way myself lately and just don't know what to do. I hate to go back on Zoloft. I felt it made me worse. And yet.... I just don't know how to get up some mornings.
Thanks for the work you are doing for mental health Debra. It's really needed and I'm sure... appreciated.
Maryanne