@amberpep
Hi, Abby.
I can only speak for myself, of course, but I'm fairly certain that after being in the dark hole of depression for a long time, I'm not alone in saying that 6 is my new 9. Ya know what I mean?
I know that I lived a relatively happy life, but I can't really remember what it felt like. I quite possibly will never get back to my pre-depression self. That's not negative thinking. It's just facing the reality of this dis-ease. I can still have peace in my mind and heart, even if I've come to realize that this is as good as it gets.
I have a journal, too, but I don't write in it with any regularity. I write in a daily journal, but it's only a record of what I did that day. My feelings go in the real journal. But mine will never be publish caliber. I've told my wife to burn my journals without reading them. I wouldn't want to inflict my ramblings on anyone.
I've been busy this summer with construction and maintenance of our house and barn and garage. Some friends kept their two horses on our property for ten years, but they sold one and moved the other one where there are some horses to keep him company. I let them leave their hay in the barn, but they finally got it all out of the barn last week. So, I cleaned it out and started putting my own stuff in it. My ladders, lawn equipment, hoses and whatever else needs a home. It's nice finally to have the use of that space.
Doing all of that moving reminded me of your struggle, moving to a new state, away from your friends, your condo and your doctors. You didn't have the energy to unpack even one box. Reading what you've been posting leads me to believe that you've been able to get settled in, with your cat and dog motivating you to return to living. It's encouraging to see the progress you've made.
Making it up to 6 seemed like an unreachable goal once I made it to 5. I think it took a couple of years, and I remember how happy my therapist was when I gave him the news. I know that 6 isn't wonderful, but I'm adjusting to living on the 6th floor. And the view from here isn't so bad.
I think that you would find a pretty good market for your book. Have you thought of a title? I'd put my name on your list of interested buyers.
Jim
@jimhd Hi Jim, I was so happy (my kind of happy) when I read your post! No jumping up and down, no laughing, but our kind of joy. There IS someone out there whose 6 is a 9. Someone who understands! My psychiatrist thought that I had probably been dysthymic all my life and it was only when I was around 32 that I plunged downward. My husband and I finished building our dream house and a week later I graduated from college. My return to school as an adult had been a long time coming, as I had dealt with feelings of inadequacy. It took awhile for me to be able to step foot on that campus. So 2 big things happened within a week. Then my husband got laid off. I spiraled downward and I’ve never been the same. I get tired of fighting sometime, but I never stop. Anyway, thank you for writing to Abby! You have touched me!!!!.........Karen