I haven’t talked much about anxiety or depression lately.
From time to time people will ask me how it’s going, and I know they mean my Mental Issues. To be honest, I am usually caught off guard. Not that they would ask about that; in fact, I feel glad people feel comfortable enough with me to ask about that stuff. I’m usually thrown off because I’m not sure if they really want to know, or if they are looking for an “Ok” or a “Great!” type of answer.
Usually if people are asking me about how It is going, they read this blog and know about the Mental Issues already. Again, it’s touching that they care about me to want to keep up on These Things. It’s also means I am not sure how much they want me to go into it. Maybe it’s more comfortable for them to read about it rather than have me talk about it out loud.
But I haven’t said much here about it lately.
It’s not that I haven’t had any anxiety attacks or episodes, but by the time I get around to it, I have worked it out and it’s passed and I don’t have any need to write about it.
I get through each episode as it comes, which means when people ask me how it’s going I say, “really quite well.”
That is not to say that I don’t work at my Mental Issues daily.
Still with the daily.
Every day I have to fight my urge to go to sleep all day.
Some days the urge is barely there. I hear one of the boys wake up and my body eases out of bed fairly easily. Coffee is poured, the day proceeds.
Other days the minute I hear a child I want to cry, and I have to fight with myself not to introvert on the spot and to interact meaningfully (and not just dutifully) with my kids.
I have to be conscious of everyone’s temperaments and know that when the natives get restless, we need a change of scenery…regardless if that is what I actually want. If I ignore the signs from Eddie and Charlie, the restlessness will turn into fighting which will turn into disobeying which will turn into screaming and crying.
And then I am triggered.
Even the days when I am tired and feel like I am just a hair away from a trigger and I just want to sit and drink my coffee and be all in my own head…I can’t. I can’t fall into that.
Every single day is still a challenge.
It’s not bad though. Not like it sounds.
Well, some days are.
Some days are just hard.
Some days the ugly falls like a heavy fog on this house and I cannot see the good a joyful and beautiful even with my fog lights on.
But I have to keep going.
Sometimes I make bad choices that leave me feeling guilty and awful and mad because I feel like I should have been able to control that outburst. I shouldn’t have yelled at Eddie that way or redirected Charlie with such force.
Sometimes I sit in my bag chair in the garage staring at my phone while the boys play during that last 30 minutes before Cortney gets home because I can’t STAND to be the sole parent for one second longer and staring at my phone is all that is keeping my head from exploding.
Sometimes during Charlie’s afternoon nap, I take a nap on the couch even though Eddie doesn’t nap anymore. I just put in a movie for him and tell him that Mommy needs a rest. I turn my back to him, face the back of the couch, and silently cry myself to sleep.
But in the grand scheme of things these moments are but glitches.
There are way more good moments that bad, and there are very few whole days that I would put in the trash pile.
I guess that is why I don’t really talk about it.
I don’t have any HUGE EPISODES that require me to “write it out”.
I’m aware that sometimes, things just suck because that is the way life is. I am also aware that sometimes things suck because that is just how my brain is. It’s hard to tell the difference, but it doesn’t matter.
Every day I take my meds. Every day I thank God for my family, my husband, modern medicine, and my faith.
Every day I start again.
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