Have you ever had the feeling like you're standing still and everything is moving around you at warp speed? That's how I felt for the past eight months or so. I consciously knew what was going on around me, but didn't feel I had control of anything.
I went through the motions of daily life. Wake up. Go to work. Sleep. Repeat Monday through Friday. On the weekends, all I wanted to do is lay in bed all day. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to see anyone. And the most simple household chore was daunting.
I felt I was in one of those TV commercials for anti-depression medication. I just couldn't shake off this perpetual feeling. I just didn't care anymore. I didn't want to care anymore.
I attributed the minor depression to a number of things that was happening in my life: unshakable grief from my mom's death, especially around the holidays; overwhelming negativity and pressure at work; personal and family health issues; the need to mediate family misunderstandings; financial strains; an unkempt yard; a messy house; and the list seems to go on.
The turning point for me was quitting my job. Spending 50-60 hours/week in a negative, unsupportive environment took a toll on me - physically, mentally, emotionally. Thanks to my friend Kristin, I have a new job now. The people and the culture are positive, helpful, and most importantly, not pretentious.
I still go through spells from time to time, I admit. And that list of things hasn't gone away. But at least now I feel things are manageable. And more importantly, I feel I'm in control of ME again.
Thanks to my family for reaching out and to my friends for not giving up on me. Your love, strength and support have really helped me get through the roughest of times. xoxo
I went through the motions of daily life. Wake up. Go to work. Sleep. Repeat Monday through Friday. On the weekends, all I wanted to do is lay in bed all day. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to see anyone. And the most simple household chore was daunting.
I felt I was in one of those TV commercials for anti-depression medication. I just couldn't shake off this perpetual feeling. I just didn't care anymore. I didn't want to care anymore.
I attributed the minor depression to a number of things that was happening in my life: unshakable grief from my mom's death, especially around the holidays; overwhelming negativity and pressure at work; personal and family health issues; the need to mediate family misunderstandings; financial strains; an unkempt yard; a messy house; and the list seems to go on.
The turning point for me was quitting my job. Spending 50-60 hours/week in a negative, unsupportive environment took a toll on me - physically, mentally, emotionally. Thanks to my friend Kristin, I have a new job now. The people and the culture are positive, helpful, and most importantly, not pretentious.
I still go through spells from time to time, I admit. And that list of things hasn't gone away. But at least now I feel things are manageable. And more importantly, I feel I'm in control of ME again.
Thanks to my family for reaching out and to my friends for not giving up on me. Your love, strength and support have really helped me get through the roughest of times. xoxo
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