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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Crossing the Line?

The word "depression" is a very big word in a lot of ways and one that I don't invoke lightly, but I am really starting to be scared that I am leaving the "blues" behind and crossing the line to depression.

I can honestly say that I have never used the d word to describe feeling low. One of my best friends in the whole world (hello, Kate) has suffered for many years with severe depression and I would never want to trivialize that by describing my own low spirits in such a way.

Never until now. What does depression really mean? How does it feel?

Is it crying for no reason and with no warning?

Is it being moody and angry without reason or control?

Is it wanting to hide under the covers and never come out again?

Is it not answering the phone or door because you know that you would have to talk to someone?

Is it avoiding things like instant messenger services for the same reason?

If depression is these things then I guess I am. Some days, I think the only reason I get out of bed is the love I have for my son. I get up, feed him, clothe him, play with him, do activities to keep him busy, and snatch all the snuggles and kisses that I can. Even with all of that, though, I feel detached and as if it isn't my life.

How does one fight this battle? Why does this battle even exist? I could point to a lot of things in my life that I would love to "blame", but I just don't feel like I am upset over any one thing to the point that I should be feeling this way. It is almost as if it has nothing to do with my life at all. That probalby doesn't make any sense.

What I am trying to say is that I don't cry when I think of hating my house; I cry because the spoon is facing the wrong way in the dishwasher. I don't get angry because I can't seem to conceive; I get angry because the cushion on the sofa is not fluffed the right way.

Anyway, this effort to express myself is not going well and not making me feel better so that is all for now.

Damn.

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These are the ramblings of an army wife and mother working to keep the family afloat on the turbulent waters of life.

Deployments and secondary infertility are just two of the things between us and the life boats, but I have a feeling we will get there in time.





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