10/21/12 G.L.A.D. Chronicles – Week 3 Perception, For A Person With Depression


I’m afraid a cheerful post isn’t in the cards for this week. I can’t write fiction. Life this week has felt like Rod Serling came back from the grave and used me for an episode of “Twilight Zone“. Things started out normally. I made use of my new inhaler and cheerfully walked a bit, ate sensibly, got to bed at a decent time and felt pretty darn good.

Circumstances took an invisible dip on Wednesday. A coworker decided to retire and a retirement luncheon went on at work that day. The Chief paid a visit for the luncheon and I exchanged a few pleasant words with him. After a time, being around humans was starting to get to me, and I went back to my office to make a cup of coffee and get back to work. If this were a movie set, you would have seen a villanous fog start to seep in under the door. My mood started to plummet and I couldn’t do much besides sit back and watch it. I wondered if the Chief were going to talk to my Captain and tell him to fire me. I wondered if the higher-ups were putting their heads together and deciding what to do with a complete incompetent like me. I wondered all kind of no-ending-but-bad things. Before too long, I thought about going in and giving my notice. Thankfully, common sense managed to keep me in my office, but the week went nowhere but downhill from there.

I write this to let you view a tiny part of what goes on in a person’s mind who has depression. I don’t always know WHY an episode starts. All I can tell you is that within a few days, I wasn’t sure what the merits of being alive were. It’s not that I felt like ending my life. It’s that I couldn’t come up with a convincing argument that life is worth all the hassle sometimes. Life is HARD. It would be so easy to not go to work everyday, to not pay my bills and let someone else pick up the tab. I began to wonder why it’s so important to me to do the right thing. Living right is EXHAUSTING. Or so it felt this week. The merits of life and death got a little mixed up for me. Life is hard, death is heaven and being with God. I don’t necessarily want to go there today, but I very much look forward to being with my Heavenly Father, Jesus, and all of my loved ones who are already there… someday.

I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’m losing my temper a lot lately, yelling like a rabid politician who’s seeing their poll numbers drop. And I don’t approve that message of how to conduct myself. Growing up with a dad who yelled more than he didn’t, I know he loved me, but man, could the guy make me shiver in my shoes when he was on a roll. I swore I’d never be that person. How I hate it when I am.

I didn’t go to church today. My still-twisted thinking decided I’d have to miss about three months of Sundays before anyone would notice, and I went back to bed. I’d show them. I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but I felt like a jackininny when I started to put two and two together and realize what a load of bunk I’ve been falling for the past few days. I did what any sensible person does who’s having a mental and spiritual crisis. I went on Facebook and asked my friends for prayer. All I know is that I felt an immediate need for divine help and in 2012, Facebook is quicker than telephoning a dozen people.

I can’t say that I’m feeling la-di-dah wonderful now, but the pros and cons of death look a lot clearer and I feel the divine strength and ability to go a few more rounds with this thing called ‘life’. Oh, and I’m pleased to report that I’m making great progress on the decluttering project in my Sanity Room. I’ve cleared the way enough to get back to having coffee with God in the mornings. My wonderful minister, Ryan, lent me a Bible called the Serendipity Bible. I’ve got it ready for the morning and will get my backside to bed on time tonight, come hell or high water, so that I can get up and start the day with my Creator… and Folger’s in my cup!

 

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4 thoughts on “10/21/12 G.L.A.D. Chronicles – Week 3 Perception, For A Person With Depression

  1. Susan, I will keep you in my prayers daily, you are a wonderful person and a good co-worker. Don’t ever feel like you are not needed Whether you are told this daily or not, your presence would be missed in this big circle we call LIFE. I know the feeling of Depression, Its unwanted spirit, it’s like a lethal dose of drugs to which you must avoid. I fought my Depression with much prayer, and good conversation. Today I am happy I can look at all my past experiences good or bad and grow from them. Keep your FAITH, hold your HEAD up, toss your cares to HIM, for he is willing and able to carry you through. In closing trust Jesus! Love Schelle

    • Thank you Marschelle. It feels kind of naked, knowing you read this. Now you know what I’m really like… oh dear!
      I can’t figure out why I’m such a tasty tidbit to the negative forces, but He who is in me is greater, so I’m still here. I hope I wrote that right.
      Thank you so much for your prayers and encouragement!
      You’re a sweet peach in a world filled with pits. 🙂

  2. Sue, my thoughts & prayers are with you. Here is a quote from Neale Donald Walsch that I feel depicts you:

    “Your light is seen, your heart is known, your soul is cherished by more people than you might imagine.”

    • Hi Laurie, it’s nice to see you here! I very much appreciate your prayers.
      I suppose my family loves me, for sure, and good friends. I feel God’s love.
      The quote was lovely of you to say. You’re a lovable person. 🙂

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