So I have decided its time to fly from the nest and get my own place. Told the family yesterday and they were really good about it and supportive, I was so worried about telling them but I didn’t need to be :) exciting times coming up soon, watch this space!
Saw a picture of myself that was take today, i look massive! Jumped on the scales this evening (I know, not the ideal time to weigh yourself) and I weigh 85.8kg, which is 189.1lbs. I’m 5’0 tall, not good!! Diet starts tomorrow. I love food, but luckily I love healthy food so shouldn’t be a problem. Need to get off my fat lazy ass more as well, need exercise! Project fatburn – commence!
If i found out I had a terminal illness and I was gunna die and a long and painful death, i would expect my friends to be booking me a flight to Switzerland, not telling me to crack on and cope with it… Is depression terminal? I think so.
No hope, nothing. How long do I have to keep this up? I’m tired
This is a comment I saw (and copied word for word) in reply to a question regarding how to be/stay productive when suffering with depression on the life hacker blog here and thought I would share with you guys!
Some of the advice that you are going to get will be from people who tell you to just suck it up, to focus, to pull up your socks. Some will be from people who “cured” their depression with their Christlike will, their workout routine, or Noni Juice. These are complete fucktards. Let me shield you from them. I understand depresion. I have had more face to face conferences with my service weapon than I can count. I understand. And I applaud you.
When you are being chased by the black dog, you need to cut yourself the utmost slack. If it’s hard to get up, do it in stages. Wake up. Sit up. Turn on some music, if that eases you. Have a cold juice on your bedstand to sip and get your blood sugar going. Your goal is to get your feet on the floor. Once that’s done, try for the next goal: the shower. Remember, taking care of yourself is always first. After the shower, put on clothes – Tshirt and underwear if nothing else. Live it 15 minutes at the time. And if the day goes to hell, then the day goes to hell, and maybe you’ll try again in a few hours and if not, tomorrow, as Scarlett O Hara says, is another day.
You are wounded. Be easy with yourself. Whatever energy you have must go toward caring for yourself and any other living creatures around you. While paralysis is the horror of depression, there is nothing wrong with deciding, “I am going to sit here in my warm clean clothes and breathe deep and just be for thirty minutes. And when that thirty minutes is gone,I’m going to go get a healthy drink and rinse out the glass and put it in the drainer. And that will be my win. Everything else is bonus.”
I can’t recommend anything more compassionate than Unfuck Your Habitat as far as housecleaning, and also Flylady, if the Christianity doesn’t make you grit all the enamel off your teeth.
You are already working toward improving. My overall advice is: Treat yourself as you would treat your dearest friend. Have compassion and gentleness toward yourself. If you are doing the bare essentials, you are doing well. Take your days as they come, take them in small steps (if you think rinsing out a glass isn’t a big step, you should see my living room – it looks like a cafe exploded). Make it easy on yourself, as you would for a friend. Depression is your struggle, not your life.
There’s a lot of us out here. I know someone will have better more specific advice. I just wanted you to know I heard you.
It’s been a while! I deleted all my other posts, they were 2 years old and irrelevant now so thought I would start again :) Anyone who still follows this blog and knows my true identity please keep it to yourselves .. and if you know me in person, I will deny this blog till I’m blue in the face. All about being anonymous! Cheers all, and welcome back to my little corner of the internet