I was expecting to be handed a solution, or at least a possibility of a solution, to my depression when I spoke with my psychologist earlier. Expectation and outcome don't always go hand in hand, as was the case for me today.
This week's session was just spent going over what we have been speaking about for the last month. It's next week, or possibly the week after, that my psychologist will actually suggest a course of action. She mentioned therapy. I don't really know what that means. More talking? More drugs? I don't know...
Monday 25 February 2013
Sunday 24 February 2013
Day 116: Wish me luck
On Monday morning I'll be seeing my psychologist again, only this time it'll be under slightly different circumstances. For the last few weeks I've been the one doing all the talking, tomorrow it's her turn.
At last, after months of taking the first step to recovery again and again, someone is going to suggest a course of action that will help me back on my feet. I finally feel as if I'm actually going to get the help I need and have been asking for since day 1.
Wish me luck.
At last, after months of taking the first step to recovery again and again, someone is going to suggest a course of action that will help me back on my feet. I finally feel as if I'm actually going to get the help I need and have been asking for since day 1.
Wish me luck.
Thursday 21 February 2013
Sharing is caring
Thank you.
That was for everybody that read, liked and commented on my last post. It has since become my most viewed post to date. I believe this was due, in part, to the fact that my wife, amongst others, shared it on Facebook, etc.
This blog is almost a diary of my depression, how I cope with it and how it is being treated, by professionals and friends, alike. Because mental health issues are being more publicly addressed (#TimeToChange), I ask you all to share these posts online, via Facebook, Twitter or the social network of your choice.
It only takes a click of your mouse or a tap on your smartphone but it's a moment taken out of your day that is greatly appreciated. If you won't do it for me, do it for someone you know.
Thank you.
That was for everybody that read, liked and commented on my last post. It has since become my most viewed post to date. I believe this was due, in part, to the fact that my wife, amongst others, shared it on Facebook, etc.
This blog is almost a diary of my depression, how I cope with it and how it is being treated, by professionals and friends, alike. Because mental health issues are being more publicly addressed (#TimeToChange), I ask you all to share these posts online, via Facebook, Twitter or the social network of your choice.
It only takes a click of your mouse or a tap on your smartphone but it's a moment taken out of your day that is greatly appreciated. If you won't do it for me, do it for someone you know.
Thank you.
Tuesday 19 February 2013
Worth more than her weight in gold
"It's not all about you, y'know"
I'm sure you've heard that phrase before. I know I have. And on this occasion, it's true. This particular post is about my wife and her weight, or at least, her weight loss.
She has been on a diet since the new year, a resolution that she has been very strict with, and it shows. I'm so proud of her, firstly, for the effort she's put into it and secondly, for the change in her physique. So many of her clothes look baggy on her or require a belt, etc. I can't wait for her to try that latex catsuit* I bought her!
*I didn't really buy a latex catsuit due to a misunderstanding when I placed the order.
I'll be you're Tweety if you're game, baby ;) xxx
I'm sure you've heard that phrase before. I know I have. And on this occasion, it's true. This particular post is about my wife and her weight, or at least, her weight loss.
She has been on a diet since the new year, a resolution that she has been very strict with, and it shows. I'm so proud of her, firstly, for the effort she's put into it and secondly, for the change in her physique. So many of her clothes look baggy on her or require a belt, etc. I can't wait for her to try that latex catsuit* I bought her!
*I didn't really buy a latex catsuit due to a misunderstanding when I placed the order.
I'll be you're Tweety if you're game, baby ;) xxx
Saturday 9 February 2013
Day 101: The kindness of a stranger
Regular readers of this blog will know that I've been going through some tough times lately. Years, actually, but I only admitted it to anybody else within the last few months. Now I'm happy (if you can call it that) to tell anyone that wants to listen that I suffer from depression.
For the previous two Mondays I've been talking to a psychologist (and a trainee) about it. I'm hoping that after a few more sessions they'll be able to tell me what the actual cause of the problem may be and, hopefully, offer a solution that doesn't involve taking more drugs.
In the meantime, I've been getting by with a little help from my friends (gotta love The Beatles) and family. Each one has eased my burden in their own way, some phone me, others give me a hug and one (I won't mention her name, she knows who she is) tweets me.
I've never met her, face to face, and I seriously doubt I ever will but every day we have a little chat on Twitter and my day is made a little brighter. I only recently told her of my condition and how much she helps me cope with it.
I was able to return the favour recently (again, I won't mention her situation, that's her business and not for me to broadcast online). We can't solve each others problems but it's good to know we can still help in some small way.
Thank you for being there, my friend.
That goes for all of you ;) x
For the previous two Mondays I've been talking to a psychologist (and a trainee) about it. I'm hoping that after a few more sessions they'll be able to tell me what the actual cause of the problem may be and, hopefully, offer a solution that doesn't involve taking more drugs.
In the meantime, I've been getting by with a little help from my friends (gotta love The Beatles) and family. Each one has eased my burden in their own way, some phone me, others give me a hug and one (I won't mention her name, she knows who she is) tweets me.
I've never met her, face to face, and I seriously doubt I ever will but every day we have a little chat on Twitter and my day is made a little brighter. I only recently told her of my condition and how much she helps me cope with it.
I was able to return the favour recently (again, I won't mention her situation, that's her business and not for me to broadcast online). We can't solve each others problems but it's good to know we can still help in some small way.
Thank you for being there, my friend.
That goes for all of you ;) x
Wednesday 6 February 2013
Day 98: Definition of a mental breakdown
This isn't my personal definition of a mental breakdown but it made a lot of sense when it was told to me recently.
"It's the realisation that the life you thought you were going to have isn't the life that you're living."
I heard this from someone who had suffered from depression at some point in his life. It's quite surprising, once you open up and admit that you have a problem, how many other people have had similar problems in their lives.
If you're keeping your depression, or any mental illness, to yourself, may I suggest that you share your problem with someone. It won't halve it but it does lighten the load ever so slightly.
"It's the realisation that the life you thought you were going to have isn't the life that you're living."
I heard this from someone who had suffered from depression at some point in his life. It's quite surprising, once you open up and admit that you have a problem, how many other people have had similar problems in their lives.
If you're keeping your depression, or any mental illness, to yourself, may I suggest that you share your problem with someone. It won't halve it but it does lighten the load ever so slightly.
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