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- Mar 28, 2005
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- Granite Falls, Washington
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The sun is shining. Flowers bloom in gardens up and down the street. The children laugh and play, running and dancing with energetic appeal. Its payday, our home equity loan checks arrived and all the bills have been paid. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I have the next few days to relax. Everything is wonderful on the outside, but inside nothing has changed. My anxiety and depression are still the same.
I ask myself what would make me happy. A nice new big house, a second child, to work from home, flowers blooming in my garden, a long break from life. It all sounds good, but I know that chasing my daydreams will only create good feelings for a short time, and in the near to distant future the bad feelings will return.
Nothing I have ever done has made a lasting difference. Two counselors, and over seven years of therapy, two marriages, a new house, too many jobs to count, alcoholic insanity, and nine years of sobriety, a beautiful little girl (my daughter Kyla), plenty of self-help books, and positive thinking. I have severed lasting relationships and later repaired these broken intimacies.
I have experience periods of time where I felt relief. It just never seemed to last. Each time my depression ceased to affect me I assumed that it had permanently relinquished, all to my dismay. It returned like a bad craving, attacking my soul and taking me captive.
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This is just a glimpse of my life. I want to write a non-fiction book about depression; tell a first-hand experience about what it is like to suffer from ongoing depression. I know that everyone feels blue every now and then so maybe this book has no appeal. I guess I am curious what you all think. I would like to include several chapters about my counseling/therapy and how I cope with my depression as a mother.
If you were going to read a book about depression, what would you want to know?
Thank you for your help.
The sun is shining. Flowers bloom in gardens up and down the street. The children laugh and play, running and dancing with energetic appeal. Its payday, our home equity loan checks arrived and all the bills have been paid. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I have the next few days to relax. Everything is wonderful on the outside, but inside nothing has changed. My anxiety and depression are still the same.
I ask myself what would make me happy. A nice new big house, a second child, to work from home, flowers blooming in my garden, a long break from life. It all sounds good, but I know that chasing my daydreams will only create good feelings for a short time, and in the near to distant future the bad feelings will return.
Nothing I have ever done has made a lasting difference. Two counselors, and over seven years of therapy, two marriages, a new house, too many jobs to count, alcoholic insanity, and nine years of sobriety, a beautiful little girl (my daughter Kyla), plenty of self-help books, and positive thinking. I have severed lasting relationships and later repaired these broken intimacies.
I have experience periods of time where I felt relief. It just never seemed to last. Each time my depression ceased to affect me I assumed that it had permanently relinquished, all to my dismay. It returned like a bad craving, attacking my soul and taking me captive.
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This is just a glimpse of my life. I want to write a non-fiction book about depression; tell a first-hand experience about what it is like to suffer from ongoing depression. I know that everyone feels blue every now and then so maybe this book has no appeal. I guess I am curious what you all think. I would like to include several chapters about my counseling/therapy and how I cope with my depression as a mother.
If you were going to read a book about depression, what would you want to know?
Thank you for your help.