Monday, May 07, 2018

Depression Diary - When Good Times Come


Some days are good. For me, those are the days of peace and quiet. Days when no one pesters me to do things and there are no pressing issues that need to be dealt with.

One of the problems is that there are always things to be dealt with. Things that are easy to take care of, but you don't have the inclination or the mental energy to do them.

  • Putting your clothes away (I have a basket of them)
  • Cooking
  • Paying a bill
  • Washing

Simple things that most of the population just get on with, depressives find hard and, on some days, impossible.

We have different ways of coping with this. For me, it's a retreat from everything and everyone. A time to look after myself and do what I want to do, be it read, watch a film or just sit down and let my mind wander.

Those are the good times.








1 comment:

Helen said...

I had no idea that this was part of depression until very recently. Feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of emptying the dishwasher (and then the guilt for having such 'first world problems') Forgetting birthdays - or remembering them but failing to find the what? motivation? energy? to write a card. Avoiding returning calls or emails, feeling as if a simple task is a huge mountain - all that. I had no idea until my Dr told me, and now it's got a name. I don't think it's much fun, hey?
Best wishes to you, Martin.