For years I've maintained a perfect facade. I was an actress skilled enough that I should have won a few academy awards. This past winter I was deeply inspired by "Shadows in the Sun" a memoir on depression. The author's truth made me realize I needed to start by being honest, with myself and with others. This is the first step and I am blogging it along the way in hopes to help anyone who may be struggling with something similar, or at least give hope that you're not alone.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Finding Serenity in a Crazy Mind
I have a bad temper. Once I get angry, my blood feels like its boiling and I feel so agitated. I experienced that tonight as a friend really pushed my buttons. Luckily, I thought it out before responding. I wanted to respond in an agitated and angry way, but I didn't. My husband also helped calm me down- he has a bad temper too, but somehow we are good at calming each other down, unless we are fighting with each other :). I had a bad dream this morning that woke me up about 9am- I decided for once to actually get out of bed and make myself a chai latte, then I enjoyed said latte on our back porch breathing in the nice crisp fall air. I even made myself breakfast which seriously never happens. I was doing remarkably well until I hit a wall around 11:30am of 'What will I do now'? the boredom wall that has become o so familiar to me with unemployment. I decided (against my better judgement) to take a nap. I only slept for an hour because, luckily, I was going to volunteer today. Volunteering has been my saving grace in SO many ways. When I got home I did my usual job search then made dinner. I was supposed to have my follow up TMJ appointment tomorrow, but I forgot to send in the necessary paperwork for the appointment. I filled it out immediately following my first appointment, but never sent it in. I have such a bad memory that if I don't do something right away or set a calendar reminder, I completely forget about it. I am agitated with myself but I have to take it as a learning experience and MAKE SURE I send in my papers before my newly rescheduled appt which of course isn't for two more weeks. I wonder if bad memory and anxiety/depression go hand in hand? It certainly does in my case. my husband remembers so much more than I do. I believe it's because I'm always 'foggy' and not really retaining information. That's just my theory.
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