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I have been feeling depressed again.
The paralyzing sadness when I awake in the morning
and in the middle of the night.
The exhaustion of thinking what to wear
what day it might be
and where to find my things.
Of how to put one foot in front of the other.
The indescribable relief of getting into bed
with fans on so that I block out all of the world’s noise
pulling the sheets and blankets up to my chin
and tucking my sensitive soul in.
Turning off the phone, putting away the laptop
allowing the cat to cuddle close,
letting my body sink into the mattress.
Accepting the panic that rises in my chest
and in my throat throughout the day
as I chase around the hows and whys and
whens of all that I have to do and how to appear
the same competent and caring woman to all of
the people I will surely see.
To think about a problem that needs to be solved
to focus on a project that has to be completed
to make a decision that cannot be put off.
I have always found heavy falling rain to be
an apt metaphor for my depression,
the relentless heaviness of the sky
the ache of the full gray clouds
the disconnect between me and beloveds
because I cannot see and touch and feel
through the thick wall of water.
And so, this image. These words sent to me by Beth.
Please don’t feel that you need to say or do anything.
I wish I could make it go away too.
For me and for others who are grieving and sad.
I am a veteran of this war and I know that there are times when
my body is simply doing what my mind cannot do.
There is often no tidy explanation for why this takes hold.
For now it is enough to share these feelings
and to allow for some places of extreme tenderness
in my day and to rest and to be.
aprilpoynter said:
Wow! AMAZING! I can relate so much to this. I am so grateful that I am free from the bondage of depression but I have definitely been there! No one can truly understand unless they have been there!
facelikeafryingpan said:
Hey Rachel!!! I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award!! You can find the link here: http://theembiggensproject.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/the-versatile-blogger-award-yay/
carrie said:
Dearest Rachel,
You are so loved.
Thank You for sharing so deeply.
soulspirations said:
wow. thank you.
LJ said:
I understand depression, but I always hoped it would remain my own personal journey, never externalizing and touching those closest to me. It feels so much closer to me now as strange as that seems. My daughter has been hospitalized for most of the summer because of what was thought to be a Major Depressive Disorder. It’s now thought to be childhood onset Bipolar Disorder, and she’s away from home–only 11. Calling nightly, weeping on the phone. Helplessness. It’s utter helplessness. It’s helplessness when one is in the midst of the mirey, grey fog that clings like depression does. It clings and it weighs down. And, it hurts. Everywhere. But this? With my daughter? Well…when you love someone you are compelled to help. We fight for those we love until we are bloodied and done in. For those who love you? They might want to do that. They can’t make it remit, but love isn’t passive either…I wonder how to strike a balance.
Claudia said:
Rachel,
I have kept this blog entry as “new” in my email. I have read it over and over all these months. Today I finally made a copy of this. It is so powerful and poignant. It speaks to my soul. Your deep sharing is something I keep close at heart. Thank you my friend! Love and blessings to you.