Category Archives: Depression

You’re not alone

Please take a moment and read this if you suffer from a mental illness.

I have posted before about my illness but I’m sure it doesn’t hurt to post again. Maybe somebody will read this and know that they aren’t alone. I’ve suffered with Clinical depression for at least 8 years. I went untreated for most of this time because I was too afraid to speak out. I told myself they were all bad days and I’d eventually get through it. But, they got worse, especially after my hysterectomy in 2010. Luckily, I had gone to my doctor in 2009 because I couldn’t do it on my own anymore. I’ve tried several medications; Lexapro, Wellbutrin, and now I’m on Zoloft and it works! So all I can say is don’t give up! There is a medication out there for you and the trial periods are not fun but they are worth it in the end. I suffer from migraines also whether it’s part of the illness, I’m not sure but I’ve tried a few medications for that also; Imatrex and now I’m on Topamax. So, my point to this post is to seek help PLEASE! FInd a good therapist and they can prescribe something for you or go to your doctor but go to somebody!

Something else that helps me get through my down times are: a nap, write in my journal, write/type in my blog, a walk, and driving in my car. I had an episode yesterday but they don’t last as long because I know what works best for me. It happened at the worst time though. I was driving my family around running errands when it hit me. I started crying, the kids asked what’s wrong, everbody got quiet, and I told my husband I needed to go home. I couldn’t be out like this. I went home to my bed and calmed myself down to rest. I explained to my children and husband that when I have these episodes it’s not because of anything they did, it’s just something I deal with and I have to let it pass.

I hope this helps someone. Have a great Sunday evening or enjoy whatever day it is in your neck of the woods 🙂



Posted by on April 8, 2012 in Depression, Thoughts


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Deppreciation vs Appreciation

I am not a professional artist as you can tell. I found I couldn’t sleep one night until I drew this image that was in my head. Usually, I can write in my journal and I’ll be fine. Not this night. I drew a deppreciation room and compared it with an appreciation room. You see, because of my clinical depression episodes, I bounce back and forth between rooms. I couldn’t make sense of my feelings until it was all drawn out. I try to avoid at any cost the deppreciation room. I’m sorry for the picture quality but I hope you can get the idea of what I’m trying to show. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on March 4, 2012 in Depression


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Why I am who I am today

I live day-to-day with clinical depression and anxiety. Because I was young, I did not understand why my parents were often upset from stress which resulted in my mom being the one crying most of the time, my dad rarely showed this emotion. I always thought their feelings were the result from one of their quarrels. As an adult, I found out that both of my parents suffer from mental illnesses. My mom was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and my dad with depression. The history of mental illnesses, and the affect it had on my family. shaped me into the person I am today.
When I was 13 years old, my world around me changed forever. My parents ended their marriage of 21 years. I struggled to understand why it happened and they couldn’t work through it. My mom cried and yelled a lot, but we knew she still loved us because she sewed our clothes, cooked our food, and played the piano while we danced. Dad would come home stressed from the long hours at work. If we hadn’t listened to mom, we were spanked and yelled at again, but he always came back and apologized and said he loved us. Families were meant to stay together; at least that’s what we were always taught at church. Shortly after the divorce, step-parents joined our dysfunctional family. My mom, along with my siblings and I, suffered through 4 of her several marriages. My parents found out too late, of their mental illnesses. The divorce and my family history of mental illness affected me through the rest of my childhood and now to my own family.
Early on in my marriage, my husband and I had our first quarrel. We were new parents, so we were still getting used to sleep deprivation, a child that cries and can’t tell us why, and the constant battle over whose turn it was to change the next dirty diaper. As my husband and I lay in bed, I looked at him and said, “What makes you think this marriage will work?” After a stunned silence he said, “We are not your parents and we can work through this.” Sadly, because of my parent’s divorce, I didn’t believe in happy endings. After our last child was born, I was diagnosed with depression and postpartum depression. This diagnosis introduced a whole new chapter in my new family’s life.
Following our last child’s birth, I was dealing with a rollercoaster of emotions. The fact I couldn’t control my emotions, especially anger, is why I turned to a therapist. I received my diagnosis and was prescribed an anti-depressant that did not help me. I had several more depression episodes over the years that went untreated. The last episode was the worst so far, and resulted in me staying 3 days in the hospital due to suicidal tendencies and marital problems between my husband and me.
Through these experiences in my life, I have learned how to cope with my parent’s divorce, handle depression and work out problems in my marriage.

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Posted by on March 4, 2012 in Depression


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