Today was support group. I look forward to support group as if it were the only light in a storm.
Today did not disappoint. It is no secret I am struggling right now. I have been more depressed than this but I don't remember ever being this tired. I must have been, but I don't remember it. All this week I have been struggling to regain my physical strength, and my emotional fortitude.
One of the most outstanding moments for me today came as we were exploring ways we feed ourselves, healthy and unhealthy, when we are trying to refill/renew from the constant stresses of caregiving. At one point, it was my turn and our group leader asked me, as she had everyone serially, what do I do to recharge. It was to be something other than escape (like reality television or sleeping). I read that as something intentional rather than just surrender. As I struggled to think of ANYTHING, I realized how depleted I truly feel spiritually.
I finally admitted all I wanted to do was crawl into a corner and sleep for a year. "depression", my recurrent companion. So, been there, done that. What worked in the past to get out?
oh crud.
Pray. Check.
Meds. check.
Therapy. check.
Whine appropriately. Check
But what was the one major thing I did every time in the past? Before the others?
I quit my job!!!
(did I just do that by moving mom?)
I took a long break from whatever career/job I had and let myself BE. I took from three months to 18 months, and retooled for something else. I went to school, changed careers, three times I have burned out and three times I ended up...moving on to something new.
Crud. Really?
I kinda like this job.
*sigh*
Before I do anything so drastic, again, I am going to really think on this. Oh, who am I kidding, I am going to Grimelda.
Grimelda, who some call god,
ummm, Really?
Listening here.
Any time.
I'll be the one napping and waiting for enlightenment over there in the chocolate aisle.
Amen, Amen and Amen.
Today did not disappoint. It is no secret I am struggling right now. I have been more depressed than this but I don't remember ever being this tired. I must have been, but I don't remember it. All this week I have been struggling to regain my physical strength, and my emotional fortitude.
One of the most outstanding moments for me today came as we were exploring ways we feed ourselves, healthy and unhealthy, when we are trying to refill/renew from the constant stresses of caregiving. At one point, it was my turn and our group leader asked me, as she had everyone serially, what do I do to recharge. It was to be something other than escape (like reality television or sleeping). I read that as something intentional rather than just surrender. As I struggled to think of ANYTHING, I realized how depleted I truly feel spiritually.
I finally admitted all I wanted to do was crawl into a corner and sleep for a year. "depression", my recurrent companion. So, been there, done that. What worked in the past to get out?
oh crud.
Pray. Check.
Meds. check.
Therapy. check.
Whine appropriately. Check
But what was the one major thing I did every time in the past? Before the others?
I quit my job!!!
(did I just do that by moving mom?)
I took a long break from whatever career/job I had and let myself BE. I took from three months to 18 months, and retooled for something else. I went to school, changed careers, three times I have burned out and three times I ended up...moving on to something new.
Crud. Really?
I kinda like this job.
*sigh*
Before I do anything so drastic, again, I am going to really think on this. Oh, who am I kidding, I am going to Grimelda.
Grimelda, who some call god,
ummm, Really?
Listening here.
Any time.
I'll be the one napping and waiting for enlightenment over there in the chocolate aisle.
Amen, Amen and Amen.
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