Blogger Blues, Part Two
In my last blog, I wrote about the vicious cycle of depression and procratination: you procrastinate because you're depressed, and then you get depressed because you're procrastinating, and so on and on. The question is, if you're depressed, what can you possibly do to stop the cycle before you feel so lousy you can't even get off the couch?
I've been putting off writing this blog for weeks now. I've come up with innumerable excuses (I'm too tired, I have nothing interesting to say) and manufactured crises (we're out of milk, the dog hasn't had a walk in days, etc. ).
Tortoise and Hare
Last week I went on vacation with a cousin I hadn't seen in a few years. I thought it would be relaxing and fun.
Good Doc, Bad Doc
One day not long ago, I had to go to the dentist. Don't worry, I'm not going to give you any gruesome details, but I will say my tooth started to hurt that evening. So I got a message to the doctor-on-call to ask what to do.
April may be the cruelest month, but January is the most depressing. It's not just that the nights are long and the days are raw, the snow has turned to ice, people have taken down their Christmas lights, and all you have to look forward to is—well, more of the same in February. The real problem is that January is the month of resolutions. And resolutions are designed to make you feel bad.
How (NOT) to Get Out of Bed
Last week (Sunday, to be precise), I woke up in the morning and could not think of a single reason for getting out of bed.
The Turkey in the Room
OK, I'm going to come right out and say it: I don't like turkey. It is possibly the most boring food on the planet, which is why you have to heap gravy and stuffing and cranberry sauce on top of it, just to make it palatable. Plus, it's nearly impossible to prepare: if the white meat is cooked properly, the dark meat is underdone and rubbery; if the dark meat is done as it should be, the white meat is overdone and dry.
Curling herself into the smallest possible space in the corner of the living room couch, Ella said, "I just wish I could disappear." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
It seems like every day we hear of more celebrities who come forward to talk about their experiences with depression, anxiety, or other mental health problems. In recent months alone, we've heard from singer Mariah Carey (bipolar disorder), basketball stars DeMar DeRosan and Kevin Love (depression and anxiety); Carson Daly (anxiety and panic attacks), and Rick Springfield (depression and suicidal ideation).