Depression: The Big “D” Word

Let’s make that a double. This is Desiree on Depression.

What I’m about to talk about comes from deep within my soul. I have talked about this sort of thing before, but not at this level. You can say “I’m leveling up.” -quote from the movie Free Guy.

I have been in a dark place mentally, which came with having my two little additions. They are 11 months apart! Once upon a time on the tiny isle of Desiree, I thought having babies 16 months was close. Life showed me what was up. Four months after Brooklyn was born, I was pregnant.

So, you can get pregnant while nursing. Talk about one of thee worst myths created!!!!!

I have faced this issue time and time again throughout motherhood, but I didn’t realize that I was suffering from postpartum depression also known as baby blues.

*Disclaimer Brooklyn and Kylie are a couple of souls that I am blessed to call my own. I cannot wait to see them grow and develop into the magnificent women they will become! I do not regret having them, not even for a millisecond. They are a force to be reckoned with. Kylie can take an older sister down and make ’em cry and she’s only 17 months old! As a side note, they are excellent foragers. If they are hungry, they will find their way into the fridge, the pantry or better yet the top of my oldest daughter’s computer desk, which is often filled with her own stash of food and drink items. These two are as determined and strong-willed as their parents.

Speaking about their parents, my husband and I were born in the Year of the Ram, so if you were a fly on the wall, you would get a take-no-prisoners vibe when we play a simple game of Uno. So when we get into a “discussion”, watch out. It is on! In the aftermath, what holds us together is the strong love we have for one another. It isn’t only us, but all of our girls and my mother.

Back to my “dark place.”

There was little motivation that I could summon except the minimal which included writing, blogging, and finally finishing up my Master’s that was only supposed to take two years, but turned into five. I had TWO classes left when I stopped the running and the schooling in 2018. I am proud to say that this year I finished up those classes (with my ever supportive husband) and will begin my journey towards my Ph.D. in Social Psychology on January 10, 2022.

Since I didn’t feel the drive to run anymore I just didn’t see why I was alive. Hey runners, I know you know what I’m talking about. A f*cking IDENTITY CRISIS Ya’ll. If I wasn’t a runner, who was I?

If I was mentally checked out on my children, how could I call myself their mother?

And if I couldn’t love myself how could I love my husband like I said did? How could I be there for them and him?

My toilet bowl flush of thinking went on to believing that my children would probably do much better in life without me.

Depression made me feel like I wasn’t worth anything to anyone.

This was the worst stinkin’ thinkin’ that I had ever come up with.

I will not go into the rabbit hole of “normal” today. My family knows that terrible truth. You know that song by Taylor Swift called “Blank Space”? I can relate… a little too wellI didn’t recognize the “dark place” for what it was. Depression clung to me like a noose, so much so that it came with my husband calling a mental health facility.

I wanted to kill myself…what I didn’t care to understand at the time was that during my rant, my two oldest daughters heard my yelling through their bedroom wall. They cried, while I screamed, yelled, and ranted. My husband hid all the sharp objects. while I screamed, yelled, and ranted.

Suicide isn’t the answer and because of my husband I got through the night and then the days slowly turned into weeks. I apologized for saying those things and thinking those thoughts, but I didn’t realize it hurt them. There are a lot of things I don’t realize when I end up in the wrong head space.

I spoke to my daughters individually and apologized for my behavior.

It’s difficult to put my thought process into words, let’s just say I was in the wrong head space. I didn’t give a f*ck and I’m not talking about Mark Manson’s version.

I could only see the worst in myself.

The Conclusion

I realize not everyone faces depression, but there are many people that do. I know I’m not alone when I say that I like to pretend everything is okay when it’s not, mostly because I don’t want to burden anyone with my problems.

Unfortunately, there are far too many women and men that don’t talk about the mental pain they are experiencing.

I can’t say this enough…TALK TO SOMEONE!!!! Real friends will listen. The Universe needs you. Please remember that you are not the only person suffering, your immediate family members will feel the pain of your loss every day and for generations to come.

We All Have a Purpose

I urge you to take some time for yourself and do some soul-searching. Bite the bullet and be alone with your thoughts. Turn off the music and stop trying to drown out whatever you are trying not to feel. Your soul is trying to tell you something. Now is not the time to be comfortable in the sadness. We are not meant to dwell there. Do yourself a favor and free your mind. What would you do right now, if you didn’t have the constraints of your j-o-b?

Find your PASSION and chase it down HARD. Think of yourself as a lion/lioness chasing its prey like it hasn’t eaten in a week.You can recognize it when it strikes a chord in your being. It makes you want to get out of bed in the morning. Do not confuse a person for that feeling. Remember that post I wrote about creating your own sunshine? Do that. You are your choices. Accept the good and the bad and as my husband says, “Keep it movin’.”

Everyone experiences those lows. Depression can strike the happiest of people. The key is to catch it before you hit what feels like the bottomless pit. Life is better among the living. Remember that YOU have a purpose.

Once you figure out what that is, write it out. Tattoo it on your forehead. Do whatever you need to do, so you can see it every day.

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