Everybody in Here Feels Like Shit Today

Crappy Day.  Wanted to buy a treat so much today.  Feeling sad and lost.  Want to eat lots of fatty pork chops.  Have not felt like this for a few months.  When you’re in it all the time at least you get used to dealing with it, but having it smack you out of the blue is not good. 

It was here a little bit over the last two days, and I had felt worried each evening that it would be worse in the morning.  Today it was worse.  I cried a lot today:  when I saw my messy bedroom; when the dishes weren’t done; when I had to cook tea; when I dropped a cloth; when I clicked the wrong button on the keyboard.  

I’ve been panicky.   I was too scared to tell Aaron how I was feeling because it felt like it was going to get me if I started to voice it.  I felt like it was taking over me, and I had forgotten how to cope, forgotten my strategies.  Stupid.  I’ve been telling myself the whole time it never stays good forever.  It’s just, when I’m in one state it’s hard to imagine being in another.  

I day-dreamed of a cafe with a sign on the door saying Everybody in here feels like shit today.  In that cafe there’s no need to appear normal, or happy, or well-adjusted.  You can sit and stare into space, with no expectation on you to make happy small-talk.  Drink your mochaccino and eat your fatty pork chops.  Then walk through to the care rooms.  Snuggle on a couch and duvet and doze till you feel better.  Send one of the carers to your house to clean up first so you don’t dread going back to it.  

I never want to go anywhere again.  Last week I felt great.  I had energy – I pruned fruit trees all week with my friends.  I had dinners organised to eat when I got home, and puddings, and I was so happy.  Then crash.  How is anyone supposed to plan anything?  Crap.  I can’t even pin-point why it changed.  And I was angry with Aaron when he tried to help me.  Excellent nurturing of connections, Karen.  

Of course, I’d been at the doctor’s this morning because my meds were running out.  I reported to her that I was doing great, ‘really even’!

 

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6 thoughts on “Everybody in Here Feels Like Shit Today

  1. I want to come to your cafe. Sorry you feel like shit. It sucks 😦

  2. Cally Brown says:

    Oh, Karen! I wish I didn’t have a bunch of previously arranged things on tomorrow, because right now what I want to do is come over and hug you! This is perfectly normal – there will always be bad days – but as you keep working on it, those days will become fewer, and further apart – promise!

    The other day I felt the black descending on me, and after a couple of hours I realised that I had automatically started to think of what I could do to make myself more comfortable. Not ‘happy’ because when the black dog bites, happiness isn’t a choice, but ‘more comfortable’ is. After decades of depression, this is akin to a miracle!

    We ask and expect way too much of ourselves. When you feel like shit, ask yourself, what would make me feel more comfortable? What makes me feel good when I’m not depressed? Then do that! Or some of it, at least. You deserve it. Everyone deserves to feel okay. Note that I’m not telling you to count your blessings or that you ought to be happy or any of those other bloody clichés that people beat us with. I’m just saying, everyone deserves to feel okay: do what you need for that and don’t feel you ‘should’ be all happy happy, joy joy. Okay is okay.

    love n hugs
    xxxxx

  3. karenbreckon says:

    Well I’m feeling the love anyway Cally, thanks so much for that. Isn’t it funny to still get surprised by depression after so many years of having it…

  4. jancarol11 says:

    I love your description of how the messiness of life can be so ***personal***.

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