Category Archives: Depression

The evenings are hard (depression sucks)

I’ve previously come to terms with my clinical depression in general. Sure, some days are good and some days are not, but generally I make it out alright.

Since I lost my job, though, the evenings have gotten harder. I can keep busy during the day with tasks around the house and running the kids around some, but after dinner is done and everybody is chilling, I get weighed down. The job loss really changed my self-perception.

For the past 15 years, I have been the major provider and bread-winner for the family. For the past two years, I’ve been working on school work in the evenings, as well, but that took a hiatus when I finished my AA in psychology back at the beginning of March. My next program (BA in emergency and disaster management) doesn’t kick off until the first week in May, so I’ll have had almost two full months off of school.

The evenings bring on prime-time TV, which is mostly uninspiring for me. We watch the national news, with a side dish of local, if I’m lucky and the timing is right. But, right now, I don’t really know what to do with myself when the TV shows that I am not interested in come on. No school to work on. Not much to be done around the house, and the gaming PC is time-shared. My game time starts at 10 PM so I’m left with four or five hours that I just kind of… Blargh.

It used to be that I would go up to the bedroom and use my computer to watch something on cable that I liked (EyeTV FTW!) but Kristen had me move my computer downstairs and put it on my “work” desk now that I am not working there. There’s no cable drop near here, so I can’t watch cable in this room. Now, I understand and intellectually agree that this is better for me, over-all, since I’ll be in the family milieu and not sequestered off alone.

Now, granted, since we’re Xfinity and HBO subscribers, I have access to a limited amount of video online. I’m not interested in most of the offerings, though. I may have to take a trip to the library for a card and start depending on *gasp* … Books.

Depression sometimes makes it hard to concentrate enough to read, though.  Maybe audio books? That might have some potential (I’m looking at YOU,!)

Learn to garden NOW!

I stumbled across this blog post by way of Pinterest today and had to read it a couple of times for it to really hit home for me.

New Life On A Homestead » Blog Archive » You Must Learn To Garden NOW!.

Why did this hit home?  Simple: I waited too long and now find myself really, REALLY needing the skills that I could have learned already.  I need my garden to be well and truly productive in order to help minimize our food bill this year, since I’m not working at this time.

In light of this, I am a bad “prepper” in that emergency preparedness is one of those things that I am a fan of and I was complacent. I’m paying the price for that now, though.

That’s a feeling that is definitely NOT comfortable.

Besides that, though, I’m thinking that managing the garden may be good therapy to help me stave off the depression that I am sure is coming. It hasn’t hit yet, at least not overtly. But I’ve been trying to stay busy with planning the garden plots this year, as well as making plans for herbal concoctions to sell on Etsy. The problem with that, though, is that there is a moderately high cost of entry and a LOT of competition. Would be less at a farmers market, though.

Sometimes the words don’t come

Neo: No mouth

Sometimes the words don't come...

One of the problems with mental health issues is that sometimes various symptoms cause a drastic change in personality features.  Take “poverty of speech” for example.

Once upon a time, I was a regular chatty CathyMy wife and I would drive and talk for hours (of course, the driving was when gas was a lot cheaper) about everything under the Sun.  We’d even talk about nothing in particular. That all changed when I came down with major depression.

I just, more or less, stopped talking.  I recall her once asking why I didn’t talk with her like I used to anymore, and the only answer that I could give is that “I don’t have much to say” which was honestly the case.  Where we would once drive through the Morton Arboretum and talk away for hours about anything and everything, I no longer had thoughts to back up conversation.

Notice that I said that the thoughts aren’t there.  That’s one of the possible symptoms of severe depression. The thoughts aren’t there, and the words don’t come. It is even hard to explain that there’s nothin’ in my noggin, especially since I had previously been such a thinker and talker. Even putting this down in words has taken me almost a full day to get together.

I wish it were different. In many ways, I’m not the same person that Kristen married back in 1998, thanks to the depression. I know that she misses the way that I used to be because of some offhand comments that she’s made over the years.  Recently, she commended that I “don’t talk to [her] like [I] used to” which is true.Believe me, I wish I did.  I miss being the man I was back then (mostly). But sometimes it seems like she resents the changes. I don’t blame her, she didn’t ask for me to change, but I did.

It’s not fair. I do my best. But I don’t feel that it comes across enough. 🙁



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