I suppose the title of this post is it’s own answer. To win the battle with constant depression you must first live. I’m in treatment for long term depression that steals all the reasons I need to live. I have no energy, ambition or drive. I tend to go out for breakfast and immediately jump back in bed and sleep all day long. I have abandoned all the hobbies that I love and can’t think of a single reason why I should continue living.
I’m not speaking about anyone else here. This is my particular crisis and it’s been going on for nearly half my 69 years on earth. My parents went out of their way to make me feel worthless, stupid and doomed to spend a life alone. After 3 failed marriages I can’t help but think that curse has followed me my whole life. Growing up I felt the need to constantly prove that I was worth a shit, that I mattered. This made me a demanding perfectionist who excelled in everything I did yet left me empty, still considering myself worthless.
Now I’m 69 and have lived alone for over 20 years after my last marriage. In retirement since 2010 my life has dragged me away from friends and relatives strictly because of money. Living on Social Security and a small pension my choices have forced me to move constantly as my fixed income is never enough to make ends meet. Rents and medical expenses alone have drained every penny I have to the point where now just keeping food in my apartment is a struggle, I’ve been living on oatmeal and eggs for a week. Tomorrow is payday.
I have an appointment, one of three, with a psychiatrist at the VA Mental Health Clinic this coming Wednesday. I don’t want to go because I’m past the point where I want to talk with anybody. I’m ashamed to be depressed, suicidal. I sit here with a veterans crisis hotline card right in front of me. Again, I don’t want to talk to anybody.
The followers of my blog may have noticed my sharp decline in posting lately. I’ve been so depressed I don’t want to run off anyone with my problems. I’ve practically given up photography, my passion for the past 45 years. My woodworking tools sit idle. I can’t just seem to do anything i love now.
I’ve been put on Sertraline, a Zoloft like antidepressant. This is the first medication I’ve ever taken for my depression. After 6 weeks I feel nothing, no different than before I started taking it. I have another appointment with that clinician in October as well. It seems that’s all I do these days, sleep and go to doctor’s appointment. How thrilling is that?
So forgive me if my posts are few and far between. If you want to leave my blog behind I certainly understand. God Bless!
I think we’ve all had this happen in our lives. You get all dressed up for Sunday church and suddenly your body screams that you’re not going anywhere. You’ve got an awful case of the trots or diarrhea. You can’t drive, you can’t walk. You’re stuck at home sitting on the throne until your body decides it’s empty. That was me this morning. I missed church. I missed any plans I might have had as my digestive system decides it’s normal again. What caused it? Who knows? All I know is that it happens and you are down for the count. Hopefully it’s a once in a while occurrence that won’t happen again anytime soon.
This post might not be very exciting to some but for me it’s good news. I recently received a $40 WalMart gift card for my voluntary participation in a medical study. I have been receiving these cards periodically and using them to build a new wardrobe for myself. The last 4 such cards have been applied to the purchase of 4 pair of Haggar dress slacks & jeans as well as 5 Van Heusen dress shirts.
With the arrival of another $40 card I think I have more than enough nice new clothes to replace my aging, threadbare Wrangler jeans and T-shirts that are all frayed on the collar. So with this latest card I changed direction and ordered $40 worth of Fruit of the Loom and Hanes boxer shorts, underwear. 9 pair arrived altogether in a wide range of colors and patterns, all tagless. I can finally throw away most of my older version of these undergarments that all have worn out elastic waistbands. Hooray!
Folks at my senior center have noticed my change in clothing in the past 6 months, complimenting me on my “new look”. When they discover that everything was totally free they are curious how I managed that. I told them the truth about the medical study I joined and their periodic rewards for participation. Some want to know if they can be a participant and receive these gift cards. I explained that they don’t have the qualifications. They then become huffy and want to know why I qualified and they can’t. Simple, I told them, all it takes is to get committed to the mental ward of a psychiatric hospital and then be approached by one of the mental health students involved in this study. The room got very quiet as there were suddenly no further questions. LOL
This is a true story. I am being treated for suicidal depression and psychoanalyzed by a mental health doctor. I’m now also on antidepressants, Sertraline, to help control my drastic mood swings. This is one time where it paid to be crazy! 🙂
I was counting on having my new Veritas small plow plane in my hands by Friday night. At least that’s what the UPS tracking site promised. Unfortunately UPS routed my package through Shrewsbury, MA, the place where packages go to die. The service out of that UPS Service Center is terrible. I’ve completely lost two Amazon packages that went through that center. They are always late, sometimes dropping packages on my doorstep after dark. Since shipping is free with my Amazon Prime account I can’t complain as much as if I was paying for shipping. Now my Plow Plane has been pushed back until Monday for delivery. It still might not make it to me until Monday night. 😦
I love woodworking! I’ve been involved with wood my entire life. My dad built houses from the ground up with his own two hands. When I was old enough to pick up a hammer I first had to discover the difference between being right hand or left handed. I had my first tool belt when I was three.
As a result of this close connection to all things wood I have sawdust in my veins. I love tools of any kind but shy from all thing mechanical and lean toward the woodworking hand tools. I’ve been building my collection carefully for years.
Since moving to New England three years ago October 03 I have built a nice collection of premium hand tools that includes saws, chisels and bench planes. Without a steady job I must save for each precious purchase. Gone are the days at Intel Corporation with my $1500 paychecks that allowed me an instant indulgence every few weeks. Now it takes months of saving for nice tools.
I do plenty of research before each purchase. There are some premium tool makers located very close to me here in New England. Lie-Nielsen Toolworks is in Warren, ME and Veritas is right across the border in Canada. Both make top notch hand tools. After checking with Lie-Nielsen about plow planes I was forced to switch allegiance to Veritas who is the only maker of a premium small plow plane.
A plow plane basically cuts grooves along the grain of a board. Grooves are used everywhere in woodworking. From picture frames to drawer bottoms the need for grooves is critical. A plow plane cuts these in a few minutes without sawdust or any noise. You provide the power. A skate or fence allows an edge guide for the correct placement of the groove with an adjustable depth limited that stops the cutting action when reached. An assortment of replaceable blades of various widths is available. I look forward to this purchase less than two days from now.
Although I will certainly miss Cee’s “Share Your World” challenges I can understand her desire to move on to other challenges that life has brought her way. We all need change in our life and I’ve gone through some fairly radical one recently. Now in psychiatric therapy for my years of depression sure has me scrambling to meet all the appointments. I’ve been on antidepressants for nearly a month now and feel no different than before starting them. I see my VA medical health pharmacist on Sept. 11 to see what’s next.
I wish Cee, her cute doggie and her companion all the best life can give. I’ll always love your photography Cee.
Even though I’ve been retired now since 2010 I still look forward to getting up Sunday mornings, putting on my finest clothes and attending church. Keep in mind my finest clothes are a pair of Haggar dress slacks and a Van Heusen dress shirt it’s still my best. I don’t own a suit or sport jacket and certainly there are no ties in my closet.
I consider gathering with like minded people as we worship God together as a form of recharging my life battery. We share what all God has done for us recently, testifying to each other how good and great God is. We sing and praise our Creator as we lift our prayers and praise toward Him. We have gathered together as a body of believers to invite Him to join us in remembering His sacrifice for our sins.
Worshiping in this manner reminds us of our sinful nature and how blessed we truly are to be in His presence. We lift our prayers together as a congregation knowing the power of answered prayer. I go home after the service refreshed and renewed, ready to face another week knowing God has my back.