It has been so long since I posted here.

It has been too hard to post here.  I have been in the throes of such a debilitating depression that it has been hard to write.  That in itself has shown me how deep this goes, as I usually write more when I’m in a funk.  This, however, is no longer a funk.

It is an abyss.  A dark abyss, filled with water, in which I am desperately treading water. Every now and then a piece of flotsam floats by and I grab onto it, hoping against hope that this time, this one time, the tenuous hold I have on my sanity will be made firmer, that this one time, this driftwood will prove solid enough, strong enough, to carry me to shore.  And each time, whether it is a few minutes later, a few hours later, a day later, the flotsam proves itself to be nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper, perhaps one on which a bad joke is written.  It sinks, I let go, and tread water again.

But I am getting tired.  I was never much good at treading water literally and I find, after months and months of doing it metaphorically, that I am wearying of it on land as well.  I do it now because I don’t know what else to do, because the survival instinct kicks in not only physically, I’ve come to realize, but mentally – you do what you must to survive.  Because not to do it is to drown.  But I am getting to the point where I feel as though I am going to drown anyhow.  It’s just a matter of how long it takes, how much fight I put up and whether that fight is at all worth it.

This depression scares me because I have been depressed before but have always known where the door was to get out of it.  Now, in the abyss, I turn and turn and turn and I see no doors.  All I see is blackness.  I don’t know which way to go anymore.

I keep trying because I have children and the last thing I want to do is leave them a legacy of the ultimate failure, of defeat.  I get angry because I see so much of my mother’s struggle being replayed here and I had vowed to myself that I that my life would be better than what hers was.  Now I understand so much more of her pain and her actions, and even her inactions.  I see how she felt when she was job-hunting several years ago and getting nothing because she’d taken time off to take care of her ailing and dying brother.  I understand because I too can find nothing – there is seemingly nothing out there for an almost 40-year old woman who has taken time off to be with her kids.  That time off, apparently, has made me irrelevant.  The economy makes it even worse, as there are loads of younger, more connected people who have been in the game all along, out there vying for the jobs I might want.  Starting my own thing takes money, which I don’t have, and dedicated time, which I don’t have, and now even the effort is becoming impossible to make as I sink further into the abyss, primarily because so much effort has met with nothing and it seems pointless to continue making it. How ironic.

And, this is probably the BEST thing of all, after much reflection and being honest, I’ve realized that I need outside help.  So I called my doctor 2 weeks ago for a referral, leaving a message that could not have failed to sound desperate given that I was in the midst of a crying jag when I called.  No response.  Then 2 days ago I followed up with an email.  Still, nothing.  How do you hear someone asking for help for depression and not respond?

Methinks it’s time to find a new doctor…

Gotta go.

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2 Responses to “Spirals”

  1. I really hope that you can find a doctor who can help you out. I feel your pain in terms of staying at home and devoting time for the family. I have made my sacrifices too, and there were times that I really feel low. I have managed to have my home based business where it also allowed me to pour in my creative juices. It has made my perpective a whole lot better. I hope you can get help from other doctors, and I’m wishing you the best.

    • Leila says:

      At the time that you wrote to me, I was in such a bad place that I didn’t even have it in me to thank you for your concern. To be honest, I didn’t want to acknowledge it because at that point, it was just about finding my way out of where I was, and I didn’t know if I would do that, and I didn’t want one more person to be accountable to if I didn’t.

      I am in a much better frame of mind now; I did get help (although it took over a year to do it), and I feel better than I have in a very long time. I know that there is still a lot of work to do, but what is different is that I believe now in my ability to do it.

      Thank you for your voice out of the darkness over a year ago. It was appreciated then, and still is now.