Posted on : 17-03-2014 | By : Lynn | In : Baby Boomer, Choices, Featured, Humor
Tags: Depression, Hope, The blues
One of the most difficult things to remember when you suffer from the blues now and again or full-blown depression is that there really will be sunshine after the storm. Part of the insidiousness of experiencing the tarry black hole of despair is that, when in the midst of it, we’re convinced that this is the way our life is, the way our life has always been and the way our life will always be.
Repeat after me: This is NOT the way it has ALWAYS been, this is NOT the way it will ALWAYS be and there REALLY WILL BE SUNSHINE AFTER THE STORM.
Repeat as necessary.
If you’ve read my blogs, you know that some of the tools that I’ve created and include in my trusty tool box of “having the life I truly want” may only be found in my tool box…so I share them with you to inspire you to take, use, re-design and/or create a totally new tool for yourself.
One such tool is to get really angry at the inky black despair that has slowly filled in the edges of my life. Eventually, somehow, that anger attracts humor which births my own personal form of really dark humor. Might not be appreciated much by Mother Theresa, but it does manage to help me break into the main shaft of the catacombs of my depression to begin the trek towards the light.
It must of been during one of these dank episodes that a fellow traveler of life coined the phrase “Really?!?!?”. Saying, “really?!” feels so app when you’re simmering your anger within a broth of blue and begin noticing just how many ingredients it took to make up this stew that you’re in. I’ve had moments in this midst that I have actually felt burbling laughs of glee because I so couldn’t wait to share with another just how crappy “life was being to me.” The crux of the mix is when I realize that I had contributed much with my salty perspective. I’ve found separating the good-Lynn from the blue-Lynn is advantageous at this time. Call it denial, call it irresponsible but being able to put the blame of my tainted musings on an inanimate object such as “the depression” or “the blues” enables me to sniff out more absurdities of perspective rather than layer blame upon blame on myself.
As I write this blog I can feel the clouds circling my brain sprinkling out reminders of financial insecurity, aging, etc. and so if I take a tip from myself and go into the eye of the storm before it even sets into motion, I can already see some of the absurdities of how I respond to life uprooting themselves for viewing and pleasure. For example, this weekend my young neighbors came to our door asking for help concerning a beautiful, starved Labrador Dog that a friend had rescued. In the course of meeting the dog, I learned that our neighbor family had suffered from “foot-mouth” disease over the past month. Just the mere mention of fever blisters was enough for my lips to begin tingling and popping forth with a set for each side of my mouth of one of the banes of existence that has not darkened the shores of my lips for at least a year. I could pile this reality on to the reality of looking for a steady income and really just nose dive into a fetal position but instead will relish the absurdity of it all!
For you see dear beloved ones I really do believe there will be sunshine after the storm(s)!