I've been doing all my survival tricks - distracting myself with games, organizing my studio, sewing, looking at Kenny's photo, petting my kitties, shopping therapy...It wasn't getting any better.
Tonight I went to get my bedtime meds. I was removing all the lescol from the pill organizer box. (My cholesterol level is so good that the doctor wants me to try giving up lescol and see what happens.) I realized that the only pills left were just nexium and benadryl. I don't know how long it has been since my last dose of cymbalta. No wonder I'm feeling overwhelmed with sadness.
Once I realized that missing the antidepressant was the problem I stopped struggling to hold back the tears. It's getting more difficult to just depend on good memories. In years past when I had trouble sleeping, I would get up and go in the family room. I'd watch TV or play on the computer for a while. Most of the time Jim would notice that I was out of bed and he'd come in and keep me company. That was so sweet.
Now I sleep alone. I'm in the family room alone. It's not anyone's fault. Jim can't get out of bed and come be with me. I went into his room and sat for a while with him. He was sound asleep. But I know that was a healthy thing to do. I feel a bit better.
It is a constant struggle to keep ahead of the depression. I need all the help that I can get. I am overwhelmed. Jim and I have been living with catastrophe for over 19 months now. It's really hard. I know that I am the lucky one. We have both lost so much but at least I'm not physically paralyzed.
Life's a bitch.
It is somehow gratifying to know that other people have felt the hopelessness of depression, too. There are so many mentions of it in literature. I'm grateful that I live in a time when there is medical help available.
2 comments:
Hi my name is YOLI, I am 47 yrs old and I am the primary caregiver for my 74 yr old father who has been Paralyzed (paraplegic ) since 8-01-09. I too struggle with the same sadness as you do. Prior to his accident my husband and 1 son where living happily in our 5 bedroom home. Things are totally stressful now. I understand your pain. I have never written on blog until today. Don't loose faith and remember there is always worse than us. I will post more info later.
Thanks for commenting on my blog. The stress of caring for a sick loved one is enormous. I am aware that there is pain worse than mine. That thought just makes me sadder--- what will happen next?
The tension at home is driving a wedge between us. It is so, so sad.
Please keep in touch. It helps knowing I am not the only one suffering through this.
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