Thursday, August 19, 2010

What's wrong with me?

You know those commercials for Zymbalta, Zoloft and the like?  The ones where someone is just sitting in a room alone, sobbing uncontrollably, and doesn't know why?  Or can't get out of bed even though physically they're fine, but placing a foot on the floor is too daunting a task?  Well, I've been feeling that way very recently.  I get little waves of depression where I'm just "bummed" for lack of a better word, and I really have no idea where it came from.  Sure there are things going on in my life that warrant depression, but at the specific moment that the waves come, I'm not thinking about those things, so I have no idea where it's coming from.  And worse yet, I have such a hard time coming out of it.  My husband or family will pick up on the immediate change in mood and ask things like, "why are you crabby?" or "what's wrong with you?" and that certainly doesn't help.  In fact, it puts me on the defensive and then I get angrier or sadder. 

Last night my husband asked what was wrong with me and I just said, "I don't know".  And maybe it was hearing the frustration in my voice, and knowing that I truly didn't know, so he just let me be and quietly sat until I was able to come-to again.

I hate these rapid mood swings and wish I knew when they were coming so I could try to put the kabosh on them, but I think this must be what a lot of people go through.  I hope beyond hope that this is not something that is going to continue to gain frequency and that there's just some subconcious stressors that are rearing their ugly heads at once.

I don't want to be depressed.  I can't imagine anyone does.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Secrets, secrets are no fun. . .


I've been really struggling lately with a secret that I'm keeping for a family member. It's not my story to tell. At least that's how I've justified not sharing it with the rest of the family. But it's one of those things that I want to explore further and don't feel like I really can without the potential for letting the cat out of the bag to those that the originator chose not to reveal it to. It's really a BIG deal and while those not in the know could live a full life without ever knowing, now that I know I really don't want to bury it. Ugh, I'm really confused and don't want to hurt anyone. But as usual, it's at my expense.