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<\/a>I struggle with depression.<\/span> <\/div>\nThere are several dark years in my Teens. Years where I didn\u2019t want to get up out of bed, where I had a hard time smiling, where I thought about suicide and planned how I could end my pain forever. At some point, I discovered several food sensitivities as well as low thyroid and was able to make some improvements in my health. With less physical pain in my life I was able to cope with my depression a little better, but it was still a struggle. I was under a lot of pressure,\u00a0there were alot of rules.\u00a0I was not allowed to decide anything for myself, my life\u2019s path felt pre-determined,\u00a0I had to pretend to be who my parents wanted me to be. <\/p>\n
When I fell in love and got married I was sure that depression was gone forever. I was so happy! I loved my new husband with all my heart. I was moving out, freedom was mine! I would have a place to call my own, a place to be who I really was. Life was good. We got pregnant on our honeymoon and I was ecstatic. I was fulfilling my purpose in life!<\/p>\n
Then a few short months in, we lost that baby. And the depression came raging back. For several months I gained weight. I slept most of the day. I cried. A few months later we were cautiously expecting again, but then lost that baby at only 6 weeks along. <\/p>\n
A year later our first born baby Ms Action arrived and my heart started to heal, surely now depression was gone for good. <\/p>\n
But no, despite all my dreams coming true, husband, home, babies of my own, the depression was always lurking under the surface and at times overwhelming me. I kept trying to find reason for it, a cure had to be around somewhere. I must be doing something wrong. <\/p>\n
If only I could get my act together.<\/span> When I was able to keep up the housework, when I was able to be the perfect wife and fulfill all his desires before he even had to ask, when I was able to stand up for myself to my family, when my kids were well behaved and started sleeping better, when I was the loving attentive mom I wanted to be all day every day\u2026 Then surely the depression would go away, I just had to figure out how to get my life in order and that darkness would be gone for good. <\/p>\n After a move out of the country and the birth of our 3rd child I was depressed again. Of course I didn\u2019t tell anyone, like usual I kept it all inside. It was like a flaw I had to hide. After all, the depression was my own fault, if I just figured out how to get everything in order and relied more on the spirit, then I wouldn\u2019t be depressed. And I had everything I\u2019d ever wanted, a loving husband I adored, babies that were the joy of my heart, how dare I be depressed? I had no right to be so ungrateful!<\/em><\/p>\n But now, my husband had been married to me four years, and it was getting harder and harder to hide stuff from him. This time around, he could tell that something was wrong. And he confronted me on it. He looked it up on the Internet and told me that maybe my depression had flared up again because I was Post-Partum. When I protested that I was \u201cfine\u201d he read me the symptoms, and said that he wanted to do what it took to help me get better. And then he reassured me that he loved me. Even if I was depressed for the rest of our lives, he loved me just the way I was. <\/p>\n I was blown away.<\/span> He didn\u2019t think I was selfish or ungrateful. He didn\u2019t base his love for me on how happy I was. He just loved me, and he wanted to be there for me. And so began an interesting journey. <\/em><\/p>\n After acknowledging my depression for the first time since my teens, I stopped trying to justify it. I stopped coming up with reasons why I was down, things to explain away how I was feeling. I was depressed, and that was OK. It was OK to admit it and start to figure out how to get help.<\/p>\n I read about one lady\u2019s struggle with addiction and I was shocked by how much I resonated with it. Someone recovering from an alcohol addiction identifies as an alcoholic, not because they are still drinking, but because they recognize that it is a struggle that never goes away. Why was I protesting my own struggle so hard? Maybe living with depression was similar to living with an addiction in some ways, maybe there was no magic day where I would be completely healed and 100% happy and joyful all the time. Maybe depression would be something that was always be a part of my life in some way? <\/p>\n The thought was terrifying and liberating at the same time. <\/span><\/p>\n Terrifying,<\/em> because I had always seen depression as something wrong with me, something I had to conquer completely in order to be a valuable person. Liberating,<\/em> because I could recognize for the first time that it was OK to have struggles and that maybe there was something I could do about it.<\/p>\n I know I have\u00a0further\u00a0to go. I hope to get into some counselling very soon. And for the first time in my life I am even open to medication if it came to that. But I have already made strides in the right direction. Here are some of the ways that I have tackled my depression over the last couple of months. <\/p>\n I\u2019m honest about how I feel today.<\/strong> I used to feel so alone, like I had to hide my depression. Depression was a sign of failure and spiritual weakness. If I told myself it wasn\u2019t there, I didn\u2019t have to admit that anything needed to be worked on. Now I don\u2019t hide anymore. I don\u2019t give the patent answer \u201cI\u2019m fine\u201d. I try to be honest about what my feelings are.<\/p>\n Kicking Perfectionism.<\/strong> Perfectionism<\/a> has played a huge role in my depression. I had a long list of things that I felt I was failing at, and that list was always accusing me, making me feel worthless. I still slip up and start to compare myself to others and tell myself that I should be doing more than I am, but I\u2019m getting better and better at spotting it and stopping the cycle before it starts.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not looking for a magic cure anymore, I\u2019m OK even if I\u2019m not 100% happy all the time.<\/strong> If I had a day that I felt overwhelmed and just wanted to crawl back into bed, I was filled with fear. What if this was the start of a down cycle? What if tomorrow or next week was even worse? Was I ever going to get better? Now I remind myself (or ask my husband to remind me!) that even though today is a really down day, that doesn\u2019t mean that tomorrow will be bad. And even if it is, that\u2019s OK. I\u2019m actively working on this issue, and I\u2019m happy if I can improve my ratio of up days\u00a0vs. down days.<\/p>\n I take care of myself.<\/strong> I used to tell myself that I wasn\u2019t worth taking care of. Until I got rid of the failure in my life I didn\u2019t deserve anything. Now I try to take care of my body and my mind<\/a>.<\/p>\n I try to be real, honest, authentic.<\/strong> I\u2019m not trying to maintain the illusion anymore<\/a>. I\u2019m not the type of person that showers every morning and puts on makeup. I\u2019m not the kind of person whose house is always in order and never has days where I spend too much time on the Internet. I stopped spanking<\/a> my kids because I hated the person it changed me into. I continue to have my doubts about God<\/a> and Christianity. I can get lost for hours in a good book. I love to bake. I tend to get emotional about other people\u2019s pain. I have no idea if I will ever have it all together, but I do know that I will never stop trying. I know that I love my husband and my kids beyond words. I know that I don\u2019t have to be anyone but myself.<\/p>\n I\u2019m learning to forgive myself.<\/strong> I will make mistakes. I am not perfect. A slip up does not mean I am doomed, I can apologize. I can try again. I can change. <\/p>\n I don\u2019t listen to what I don\u2019t need to hear<\/strong>. This means I don\u2019t buy everything that blog commentors or relatives on facebook say about me. I don\u2019t believe everything that my mom and dad tell me anymore. I limit my reading to what builds me up, and that includes blogs and even twitter accounts. I don\u2019t read the Christian books\/blogs\/articles that tell me that I am a failure because I struggle with depression. I don\u2019t read the books\/blogs\/articles that tell me what I have to do to be a \u201cgood\u201d Christian and please God. I don\u2019t read the books\/blogs\/articles that tell me that my kids will all end up in jail if I don\u2019t use corporal punishment and homeschool them. If I find my self dragged down by something, I force myself to put it away. <\/p>\n I\u2019m sorting through all the lies I was told about myself, and letting myself be angry about it.<\/strong> Acknowledging what has happened to me so that I can heal and grow from it instead of pretending everything was fine. This has been complicated, because I believed for a long time that anger was a sin, and that God defined forgiving as forgetting. I thought that it was wrong to think differently from my \u201celders\u201d, people older and wiser in the faith than I, and that it was better for me to do what I was told than to ask questions for myself. I was conditioned to think that talking about mistakes of the past meant that I was \u201cbitter\u201d and \u201cunforgiving\u201d and \u201cunteachable\u201d. So I continued to believe that women were created to be the slave of men, that children were evil and manipulative and needed sin spanked out of them, that sin or weakness in anyones life was a sign of failure and lack of true relationship with God. And I believed everything that I had been told about myself as a child, above all that I was lazy and selfish. I let other people define me.<\/p>\n I try not to do things I don\u2019t want to do.<\/strong> Maybe my mom thinks I should stay at a wedding reception with my 3 babies until 11:00 PM? That doesn\u2019t mean I have too. The pastor\u2019s wife is \u201csupposed\u201d to have several families over for dinner each month? I don\u2019t have too.<\/em> Now I try to go with my gut and listen to the opinions of who really matters to me, like my husband and children.<\/p>\n I struggle with depression. There are several dark years in my Teens. Years where I didn\u2019t want to get up out of bed, where I had a hard time smiling, where I thought about suicide and planned how I could end my pain forever. At some point, I discovered several food sensitivities as well as […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1145,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n<\/a><\/div>\n
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