The journey I have been on in these past weeks is one that is completely new to me and one that I do not wish upon anyone. The most difficult times in my life previously do not come close to comparing in intensity to what I have been walking through.
Depression is a creature that no one understances until the creature takes hold of you. I have been depressed hundreds of times in my life but being depressed is no relation to depression. Depression moves in and wrecks havoc on the mind, body and spirit. There is not a motivational message in the world that will turn depression on its heels and make it flee. Depression is a deep, dark pit that one cannot crawl out of alone.
I have had times of feeling completely alone, abandoned, rejected; as if I have a disease that others were afraid of catching so they kept away from me. I am learning just how little of the population understands depression or are comfortable walking with someone who is in depression. My eyes have been forced open to the horrors of depression and I will forever have compassion for anyone battling this devastating beast. I am also learning that I cannot fault others for not being able to understand and to be grateful for support that is given.
Through this dark, black time I have been blessed with support from people that I never would have thought would be the strength when I had none. My son jumped into action and found me the most amazing therapist; he also dropped everything to come be with me while suicide seemed in my mind to be the only answer. No child should have to watch their parent be in the state that I was in; but he chose my need over his own. My sister has watched over me like a mother hen; ready to defend and protect me. I had a long period of time where eating and drinking were just too much effort. The simple thought of getting off of the couch and getting a drink of water from the kitchen faucet was just too much. She would put water right in front of me and cook food and bring it to me. She called my doctor, therapist, anyone she could think of to try and find help/solutions for me. I lost weight and got very weak and I know it was very scary for her to have to watch me, but she did not give up. I have a naturopath doctor and a massage therapist, and therapist who have been an amazing team of support for me. Their professional knowledge has been invaluable but their continuous and unguarded support has been a blessing beyond words. And I have had someone who I barely knew before all of this, be a daily source of comfort, support and strength.
If you are fighting the ugly monster of depression, I want you to know that you are not alone. There are people who get it, who understand. Feel free to share here. I cannot promise to have answers, but I do promise to try and understand and listen. Together, in community, is how the ugly depression monster is defeated. No one should have to battle alone.