Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts

Monday, February 23, 2015

Here Comes the Sun - Just Not Soon Enough!



I remember the first time I felt SAD. My husband retired, and we sold our urban home and bought an Amish farm. We moved during a snow storm, on Ground Hog Day, into a house that had no central heat, no running hot water, no shower, and an outhouse. Two makeshift electric outlets provided a place to plug in our coffeepot and pellet stove.

The snow that arrived that day never disappeared until around June (just kidding). Of course it melted with the spring thaw, but for months the two beautiful gardens, the grape arbor, fruit trees, and the babbling brook that lured us to this lifestyle change lay buried under feet of snow. I couldn’t even determine where they were anymore. Our narrow dirt road was trafficked mostly by buggies, so the township highway department paid little attention to the care of our only egress from our valley. We had no television, no phone, and couldn’t get a radio signal.

One dark day I stood looking out the windows at the lovely snow-blanketed rolling countryside and started to cry. Not sobbing. Not dramatic. I think forlorn would be the best choice of word. It felt like those were some of the darkest days. To the best of my knowledge, that was the first time I ever experienced the symptoms of SAD

Are you a candidate for SAD? For those who don’t know, there really is such an ailment. The letters are an acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder. According to WebMD, anyone can get SAD, but it's more common in women and people who live far from the equator where daylight hours are short. They say the risk of getting SAD goes down as you age, but for me, I think it has escalated. Most people with SAD start to have symptoms in September or October and feel better by April or May. 

If you are a SAD victim, you may experience some of these symptoms:

  • Feel sad, grumpy, moody, or anxious - I honestly am not a grumpy or moody person, but I do feel sad in the winter. I’m sad that the daylight hours are so short. I’m sad that sidewalks are for ice skating, and snow freezes in piles like granite. I’m sad that the temperature hovers at 0 degrees, and the only time I see my toes is when I’m in the shower. I’m sad that even my dog doesn’t want to go out. I’m sad that I can only see the fence around my garden and none of the lush greenery of the life force of nature. I’m sad that the only sunlight on my face comes through the kitchen window while I’m eating lunch.
  • Eat more and crave carbohydrates, such as bread and pasta - Who doesn’t want more bread and pasta? There’s not much else to do in these dark days except cook and eat. We can’t go outside and play. The roads are too miserable to just get out for a ride. It’s too cold to go to the ice cream stand for a cone. Let's go make a big fat chocolate cake! Why not boil up a big pot of pasta? Don’t forget the meatballs. How about a skillet full of pierogi with butter and onions? Let’s cheer ourselves with comfort food!
  • Gain weight – Doesn’t it go without saying? We’re stuffing ourselves with cake, pasta, and pierogi. We’re carb loading, but not running any marathons to burn it off. We can’t safely go for a walk. There’s no yard or garden work to do. I could do some housework, but that’s a blog left for another day. It’s too much effort. Piling on layers of clothes to drive three miles to Planet Fitness seems like too much effort too. The same goes for digging out some work-out DVDs. I’m not feeling it. Sigh….
  • Sleep more but still feel tired – As a menopausal women, I don’t sleep well on any given night. By 9:00 p.m. I’m inching toward the bedroom. My eyes generally don’t stay open past 10:00 p.m. However, after the first half hour, I wake and spend the rest of the night tossing and turning. That is until the last hour before it’s time to get up. Then I go into the deepest slight of the night, making it difficult to get up and greet the day at a respectable time. In my opinion, if you need to turn on the bedside lamp to help you wake up, then it’s not time to get up. I need the dawning sun to brighten my bedroom gradually.
  • Have trouble concentrating – Why wouldn’t I? My body is overloaded on carb energy with no way to spend it. I’m not doing any aerobic activity to pump blood or oxygen to my heart or brain. I’m not sleeping well. It all adds up to absent-mindedness. I feel the need to create list after list to keep myself on track.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not making light of SAD. It is a true form of depression. It can also be very debilitating for some people. I’m fortunate that I know about it. A few weeks after daylight savings time begins, I’ll start feeling energized and renewed.

How do you know if it’s SAD or something else? You need to talk with your doctor. It could be something else. Your doctor may choose to do some blood tests to rule out other conditions that can cause similar symptoms, such as low thyroid (hypothyroidism). A mental health assessment to be sure there are no other mental issues at play might be another recommendation. 

Some ways to feel better are by doing the very things your body is trying to avoid. Regular exercise is one of the best things to do. Getting more sunlight can help too. Google the words “light therapy.” You’ll find multitudes of lighting products that simulate natural light. Some even have timers that will gradually illuminate like the sun and then gradually recede to mimic a sunset. There are herbal products too that may help the symptoms, but as always never use an herbal product without consulting with your doctor, especially if you are taking prescription anti-depressants. 

It’s been a tough winter. It’s easy to be lethargic on these slow, cold days. Could you be SAD? If you’ve been feeling melancholy, but couldn’t put a name to your feelings, I hope you found this helpful. If you think someone else might find this article helpful, please forward it to them. In the meantime, keep your face toward the sun. It could be worse. You could live in Boston in this winter of 2015.









Sunday, January 11, 2015

When the Night has Come, and the Land is Dark*




June is a wise woman. She’s bright and educated. She’s a mover and shaker, a talented writer and poet, working all of her life for one worthy cause or another, and with a strong faith commitment. Yet she struggled for years in the relationship with her husband. His chronic depression was as present in their marriage as a mistress. Her faithfulness to her marriage vows kept her moving through her life with a person that couldn’t or wouldn’t live his with her. 

In that great *Ben E. King hit that we grew up with, the question is asked, “Won’t you stand by me?” But can you? At what cost to you?

1If you are an adult aged 45-64, you are more likely than any other age group to have a diagnosis of depression. If you are a woman, then you are twice as likely to have depression, and symptoms of depression, as men of the same age. Depression is a condition that affects 1 in every 10 Americans.  

According to 2PsychCentral, “Depression has a much greater impact on marital life than rheumatoid arthritis or cardiac disease.” However, aren’t our lives so much better when we share them with someone we love? So what do you do when the one you love goes into that dark place and won’t let you in? 

I invite you to read June’s poetic telling of her own experience as she wrote it titled Married for Life. I post it here with her permission. 

Married for Life

It came to her in a dream nearly twenty years after his death. Neither physical abuse nor infidelity, at least not the kind that involved another person, took the breath from their marriage.   It did not end with a Big Bang of emotion that skyrocketed both of them into new orbits, into being new creations.  Like the creation of the Grand Canyon, their marriage eroded from tiny drops of dripping indifference falling on the bedrock of their life together.  Death came in infinitesimal amounts of unshared moments. Their marriage died of benign neglect.  

There were moments when she could feel big chunks of her fall away.  He would be driving, then begin laughing softly to himself.  She could see from the light of the dashboard that his lips were curved into a smile.  For the moment, his face would light up.  How she yearned to be a part of that joyful interior world. 

“Tell me what is so funny,” she would say.

The smile would fade, the light disappear from his face, as he re-entered a shared world.  All joy, good humor had flown from his face and the blank, lifelessness of depression returned. 

Startled out of his interior scene, he would take a moment to make the transition from his world to hers. Upset that she would interrupt the fleeting moment of escape. 

“Nothing,” he would curtly reply, usually, spoken so softly she could barely hear it. Other times, he would just look straight ahead and say nothing. His unspoken resentment hung in the air. She had brought him back to a world he found hard to endure.  

All the frustration of living with someone who would not or could not help themselves tore another big piece out of her soul, leaving her helpless, hopeless, and terribly alone. Such is the price of depression, of mental illness.  Without intervention, the erosion continues until the one who holds the fragments together, gives way. January 15, l992, she left.  She left for good.

The dream had brought back that all-too-familiar sense of inadequacy, of helplessness, the futility of living in a marriage alone.  The someone you are traveling with becomes a vapor, a spirit slowly disappearing, evaporating into non-existence. He was no longer available to her as a partner, in any sense.  She hadn’t known she could live without love for so long and probably wouldn’t have if it had not been for her son. 

 She didn’t remember or record the day it finally happened.  That momentous day when the eroded rock of despair fell away and a new self began to form.  She had been at it so long, numbed by it, that at first, she did not recognized that she was changing.  After all, she married for life.  Then, one day, she knew.  She knew that if she were to live, she would have to leave.  

Twenty years later, the dream visited upon her, came to her clearly. Which was a surprise since she remembered those days as days she lived in an uncertain mist and unmapped fog.  As she looked back, she could clearly pinpoint events the two events that led her down the road.  Her father had died and roads were muddy.  If that had not been so, she was sure she would not have had the strength or felt the rightness of it.  She might never have left, but her father did die and the roads were muddy.  On reflection, she could see that those two events had been the tunnel of opportunity through which she propelled herself into a new life.  She re-birthed herself.  


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* "Stand by Me" is a song originally performed by American singer-songwriter Ben E. King. It was written by King, Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, inspired by the spiritual "Lord Stand by Me",[1] plus two lines rooted in Psalms 46:2–3. There have been over 400 recorded versions of the song. The song is featured on the soundtrack of the 1986 film Stand by Me. - Source Wikipedia
 Through compassion, you will find that all human beings are just like you. - Dalai Lama