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.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Foggy
I don't know about other anxiety folk out there, but I spend so much of my life feeling foggy headed. Foggy/in the clouds is what it feels like any way. I'm physically there, but mentally and emotionally I feel disconnected. I often feel that more so when I'm depressed, so lately it's been pretty frequent. Last night I didn't sleep well at all- didn't go to sleep until 3am, woke up at 9am, then of course went back to sleep. Long story short, I didn't get out of bed until 1:30pm. I felt so depressed. Its so hard to say or know why- right now Im on 20mg of escitalopram so I don't know if the meds aren't working or maybe they are working which is a scary thought because that means I could actually feel worse- its hard to imagine that right now. I haven't felt myself since my wedding day. I worked SO hard to be there- physically and mentally- on my wedding day. I'm proud to say I did accomplish that goal- I was there, and I really enjoyed it. Then, on the plane to the honeymoon, all the sudden I got hit with a massive wave of anxiety that has consumed me ever since. It's such a bizarre feeling. Just when I was starting to recover and feel more like me, I got laid off. Two huge life changes within a few months of each other- and I have never done very well with the element of change, especially in the form of a surprise. So today I ran a few errands and overall felt very foggy, but I got what I needed to get done. I miss being connected though. I miss feeling like myself- the good me, not the anxiety prone or depressed me. Where did I go? Am I still even there, somewhere? I have to keep believing I am there and I will come back.
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