Sorry to disappoint, but this is not a history lesson about the Great Depression in terms of world history, but in terms of my own history. Me. The Great Depression of ’06. Yikes! Something just occurred to me. How long did it take the nation to get back on track following the initial stock market crash? OMGOSH! I hope it doesn’t take that long for me to become mentally stable. Seriously, this thought just occurred to me. All righty, then. Yeah. Okay. Need to take a breather.
Okay. I’m back.
My crash didn’t quite rival that of the stock market back in 1929, but it sure as heck felt like it to me. The lithium injected into my system was like a fake market stimulus, one designed to quickly turn the tide, but in the end…ineffective. No government project works a la President Roosevelt. Not even a government bailout a la President Obama! Just a switch to another med.
Keep in mind, this was back in ’06. 2006. Though my kids might argue the point, I wasn’t around in 1906. And when I first started this journey I had no idea I would be one of the lucky ones (yay, me!) who has hard to treat depression. It’s kinda like my thyroid. Apparently it and my neurotransmitting (no, it’s not a word but I can pretend) system took off for the Bahamas together. I do hope they’re having a good time. Goodness knows they left a mess behind for me and my docs to try to fix.
So, anyway, my mom was the one who was great at keeping notes and keeping track of stuff. Remember me saying that I actually thrust my purse at my psychiatrist to show him what it looked like, comparing it to the way my brain felt? Well, my mom was at the other end of the spectrum. She loved purses with lots of pockets and compartments. Everything had its place and there was nary (I pulled that word out of my hat. Pretty cool, huh?) a scrap of stray paper in sight. She kept track of all of my brothers’ illnesses and that of my sister and me, noting medications that worked and treatments that didn’t. She kept track of which bills needed to be paid and when. She was that kind of person.
Now, had I known the journey I would be on with regards to medication I might have at least made an attempt to keep track of medications and side effects. I’ve been on a bunch over the years, and several combos. Sadly, my former docs had a tendency to throw the baby out with the bathtub. “Let’s try something entirely different!” rather than “Let’s tweak this and see if we can make necessary adjustments.” My current doc does the latter. I’m crazy about him. Note I said I’m crazy about the doc, not crazy in general, though a case could be made…
Anyhow, since my crash and hospitalization, I haven’t been stable enough to finish school, let alone be able to work. I’ve changed my dream from having that teaching career to just having a good idea how I’m going to feel from one day to the next. And hopefully feeling decent from one day to the next. My dream is to now have the energy each day to care for my home and family, a dream that, sadly, doesn’t come true more often than it does. I feel that I fail my loved ones on a regular basis. Hubby says that’s the depression talking, and anyone who’s suffered from depression knows depression lies.
But enough of the negative stuff. After several days of sleeping almost nonstop I’m actually awake! And it’s a glorious feeling. Youngest son put up Christmas trees and I think I may actually do some decorating today. Hoooo-ray!!!
Have a wonderful day. I’ll meet ya back here soon!