Mental Health, Random

Musings, Part I Don’t Know

“Now is the winter of our discontent.”

For some reason, this line echoes in my mind, alongside the ubiquitously quoted, “Winter is coming.” Winter is almost here. I’ve never been in fear of it before.

I can’t shake this state of depression that I’ve been in for the last year or so. I thought I had, but I find myself deeper in it. These last few days, my anxiety levels have been at an all time high. A couple days ago, I had to smoke half a cigarette just so I could sit still at work. It’s done wonders for my asthma.

I f ind myself at the edge of rumination, something that I struggle very hard with. I’m constantly stuck in the past, worried about something I said or did that I can do nothing about. That no one else is thinking about. I’m considering the consequences of it and making myself sad and angry at myself. I begin to think of myself as a bad person for the things that I’ve done that just purely… well, human. I remember my current therapist making that point to me when I first started seeing her. Do you that it had never occurred to me think that I simply was making human mistakes?

I am lonely. I want to date and I don’t want to. I wish that people met more organically these days. Remember when we used to walk up to someone on the street or in a bar and say, “Hi, how are you?” Shake hands. Exchange names and numbers go from there. Now, there’s so much pressure to have the right pictures, say the right things, divulge your entire personality in the matter of a couple of words and hope that you catch someone’s interest long enough to have a half-hearted conversation with you. Then the ones’ you do meet turn out to be something entirely different than how they portrayed themselves and they hurt you. I can only do this for a few weeks or so before I get bored of it all. I’m finally at a point where I refuse to settle for any man and his bullshit just to be with someone. All I really want is someone who is loyal and trustworthy. Why is that so difficult?

I want to find a depression support group. To be honest, though, I consider this little community it’s own form of a support group.

I remember moving from Florida to North Carolina in December. The cold weather and the snow hit me hard. It took me months to get out my depressed stupor. It’s occurred to me that I might have seasonal-affective depression. This is actually why I live in Florida. People ask me why I would live in this oppressive heat. Truth is, I’m happier when the sun’s out. I notice that when I leave my desk to take a break and go for a walk, I’m able to take deep breaths that I seemed to have been unable to take while sitting in front of my computer and physically (and probably visibly) relax.

But, lately, even that doesn’t help and I trade the sunshine for sitting in my apartment all day long watching cartoons. I’ve cut so many people out of my life that I have very few friends and I hate to burden the ones that I have with this perpetual mood, these clouds that I have over my head. They’ve noticed. They want the old Lauren back. F**k. I want the old Lauren back. Some parts of her anyway. But, I’m not entirely sure who she was or is.

Sometimes I fully believe that my experiences are due to karma because I get so into my head and believe that I have failed as a person. The way we treat ourselve sis vicious. I know this, but I can’t stop.

I watch these commercials on depression with people holding up happy faces in front of their actual faces like masks. I’m wishing I could go through life like that right now. I had a coworker recently get on me about having resting bitch face. I don’t think it occurred to her just ask me if I was ok. It doesn’t really occur to anyone these days, does it?

The hardest part is not being able to get my poetry out. I want so much to become a more creative writer and reach new heights with my poetry. One accomplishment is that I will have a poem published towards the end of this month! It will be my first. But, when I get into this space, the words don’t come unless there’s alcohol or 4am insomnia (see two posts ago). I wish that my mind could function well enough to write in all types of moods. Instead, I’m subjecting you to this devastating stream of consciousness.

Please forgive me.

15 thoughts on “Musings, Part I Don’t Know”

  1. I’m in a new place. Yes, I have a husband but still feel like a hermit. I found a group through the Meetup Ap. I took a chance and I’ve made friends and people I recognize. I hope you can find something. It is so hard. Maybe a writing group?

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  2. joining a book club helped me so much. there will never be one magic formula or things you can do, it is getting intimate with yourself. when we are in a relationship there is so much expectation, we are not ourselves. i have taken time to discover me, it’s taken a lot of self discipline and a lot of getting hurt by mean people to understand this is my time to be with me. we need friendships that nurture but ultimately we walk life alone, and we must draw strength from ourselves, from the books we read and poems we write. i know i am going on a bit!! LOL!! blogging has been a great source of comfort for me, when people leave in my physical world i know i have this space still waiting for me, trustworthy and non judgmental space where I can be creative and crazy and also be quiet when i need to.

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    1. I agree, blogging has been great for me. I really enjoy having this community, especially with people such as yourself who interact with me regularly with kind words.

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    2. This was actually quite well written. I guess I’m no authority on writing. I’m still striving to improve my own, but I can relate to what you’ve said here. I’ve struggled with depression off and on throughout my life. I do have S.A.D. and hormonal issues that contribute to those grey days. It’s a terrible place to be. I feel for you. I’m not exactly sure what else to say here, but I do believe things get better. When you’re in that funk it feels as if it will never end. Speaking as someone who is currently standing on the other side of depression, there is hope and things bare never as bad as they feel.

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      1. Thank you for the compliment and the kind words. I’ve experienced when it gets better but I don’t know what’s going on this time around.

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      2. Okay, this is kind of new territory for me. Socially I’m awkward to begin with, but I also don’t want to be offensive to anyone by seeming foreceful with my beliefs, but I’d love to pray for you. See, if you’re anti God this can be a risky comment to make, but I do believe in God, and I do believe He answers prayers. I also believe wholheartedly that this is the best that I can offer you, so I’m willing to lay it all on the line and make myself look the fool here because I just want to help. I will pray for you lauren. I hope that’s not offensive.

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      3. Not at all, regardless of what my beliefs are (which I’m not sure of at the moment). I appreciate that you would include me in your prayers and I thank you for it. 🙂

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  3. There’s nothing wrong with writing about how you feel. Do it if it’s necessary. Technology has definitely hurt face-to-face social interactions. It’s weird to people if you’re not on social media. Always express yourself and don’t let depression make you think that it’s not ok.

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