I was miles away from home, my email, all the lists of To Do’s for the upcoming school year. I was sitting on a beach under a lovely shade tree. There was just the right amount of breeze to keep us from sweating, but not to keep us out of the lake. Both boys were happily splashing and digging holes with their daddy.
I was on a towel with my Diet Coke and a book I was ignoring.
And I could feel my head slipping. My world was starting to do that thing when you throw water on a painted canvas. The picture that was once realistic and lovely starts to look like it’s melting and distorting.
Everything started running together.
It came out of nowhere.
I mean, I knew I had been stressed out with thinking about school starting, taking on an adjunct position at the local community college last minute, and all the loose ends I had to tie up with social media campaigns and freelancing before I headed back to work full time. I knew that going on this vacation a week before all the madness started up was cutting it a little close.
But I also knew I was very much looking forward to it.
Cortney and I had been saying to each other repeatedly for a couple weeks, “Soon we will be on a break with no internet or lists. Soon it will be just family and fun.”
We arrived two days before. I didn’t feel the usual release of stress that happens after getting the car unloaded, grabbing a beer, and plopping down in a bag chair. But I chalked that up to having one more mobile kid this year, having a LOT on my mind, and needing a night to just chill out.
I’m not sure what happened between arriving and sitting on that towel on the beach.
I wish I could pinpoint these things because then maybe I wouldn’t find myself in a delightful situation getting slammed in the face with the load of bricks that is depression.
My reality went wonky.
I didn’t want to do any of the fun things people suggested, but I did want to cry.
I didn’t want to be around anyone, but we were on vacation with my parents and both brothers and their families.
I started finding fault with everyone and everything they said and did. The more I tried to just hurry up and get over it and “be happy,” the worse it got.
I tried to be positive and it made me more negative.
I tried to see that they were just jokes and humor people were using, but I ended up taking offense even quicker.
I tried to tell myself all the questions were because my family was interested in me and wanted to make conversation, but I couldn’t help feel like I was being judged and eye-rolled.
I tried to “get over it” or “not worry about it” as was suggested when I would mention my stresses, but instead I felt unheard and more anxious.
Within 48 hours of being home (which included some good sleep), I was pretty much passed it.
My falls into the depression pits aren’t as far of a fall or as frequent as they used to be before I started managing them with therapy, diet, exercise, and meds, but they are still disconcerting and exhausting when they do happen.
No matter how long I live with depression, I never see it coming. Sometimes I will have all the triggers, but the depression never shows up. Sometimes I will have one tiny trigger and BOOM! Like a sack of bricks to the face.
But every time it starts to push me, it feels the same way and it starts with the feeling of falling and of my whole world melting and distorting.
I have copy of the Salvador Dali painting The Persistence of Memory in my classroom. Since I frequently lack words to describe what my brain does when depression hits, I think of this painting. It’s like my life slows down–but not in a good way. In the way that things start to bleed together out of slow motion in dreams. Images melt and droop. I become an almost unrecognizable lump of a grey creature in the middle of it all. I can see myself from the outside, but I can’t help myself.
If I don’t allow myself to vanish…if I keep awake and don’t melt away…I come out of it.
At least I have every time so far.
And on the other side is always this:
Do you have a story? Natalie from Mommy of a Monster and I are sharing our stories. She is talking about crawling out of the pit of depression while I told what it’s like to fall into it. If you want to share with us, please join the link up below and let’s all support each other.
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