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So, I've entered a depression, and I'm trying to be as mindful of what happens as I was during my manic phase.
So far, I'm having a rather unusual symptom, at least for me, I've lost my appetite.
Not much I can do but maybe force myself to eat a little.
hugs appreciated, folks
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Hugs always available ...
I think of depression as being the "HIV" of mental health problems - both compromise/disable the very resources that we need to deal with each of them.
And depression is an Evil, Insidious Beast.
Please talk to somebody(s) soonest - doctor, faith counselor, any other groups you are in; see what insurance will cover.
Telling us is a great first step, but keep going.
Hang in
Keep your meals light, but eat regular. Half a bowl of serial for breakfast, half a light sandwich for lunch and a cup of noodles or broth for dinner. What ever you do keep hydrated. Drink water as if it was medicine if you have to, but get plenty of fluids.
With what's going on in the world, the last thing you want to do is put any stress on your physical ability to withstand any illness.
Hugs
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Dorothy many of us suffer
Dorothy many of us suffer depression. Just talking it through helps. I have had it for long periods in my life. The first was a boss that belittled me. I knew a lot more about the job than him, so he kept telling me I wasn't doing anything right. The cause of depression was being unable to control the situation. I eventually realised it wasn't me it was him. I got another job, the depression ended that day. I took great peasure telling him what I thought of him the day handed in my notice. That was fun.
The second time was when over 12 months an aunt, my father in law, my father, and my mother in law died. I was asked to turn around a failing business where the staff didn't care. I was working myself to death. It was the pressure of everything caused me to "pop" I pulled my car over in a layby and cried for 20 minutes. I have always been the sole earner in my family. I have had to put my job above everything. I stuffed my feelings into a tiny box in my mind.The doctor told me I was suffering with PTSD.
What I'm saying is you need to know the cause. You need to talk to someone. Even if it is one of us one here. You're not alone. xx
Leeanna