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puppetmaker) wrote2014-06-03 11:45 am
puppetmaker) wrote2014-06-03 11:45 am
The Real LJ Idol Season 9 Week 11 Recency Bias or It Does Get Better
I am putting a majority of this under a cut because I know that some people don’t like to read about depression and the like.
I am leaving the graphic which is from Boggle the Owl above the cut because it is awesome and needs to be seen by many.
And for anyone out there.
I have plenty of sticks.
Please feel free to message me here on Live Journal since I am pretty much on every day. If you need to just vent about something message me. I am listening (well reading). I’m here and I am not going to judge.
So onto the rest of the entry
There are times in life that the short term seems impossible. The hits keep on coming and the break that one desperately needs to just take a breath doesn’t seem to in the offing. If it weren’t for bad luck, one would have no luck at all.
There doesn’t seem to be a way out or the way out is a permanent solution that leaves so many behind wondering what they did or could have done.
The phrase “this too shall pass” seem kind of trite at the time but it does resonate later when one looks back onto the situation.
I have suffered from depression off and on most of my life. I don’t mean just feeling off or sad but the more serious no way out and thinking of taking the only way out that I could think of at the time.
It wasn’t until I was in my mid 20s that I got some answers including being diagnosed with Season Affected Disorder aka the Winter Blues and I have a set of tools
That and many times I thought myself sad or I cried I was really feeling rage or anger or both but didn’t have another way to express it. That was quite a revelation and again I learned a set of tools to deal with my anger.
In my early 30s things were pretty much in the pit of despair. I lost two jobs that I loved as a stage manager and a third was yanked from me under circumstances that still annoy me to this day. Other work related things were driving me insane.
My romantic life was a mess. I kept dealing with people who seemed to all use the phrase “It’s not you, it’s me”. I had friends but nothing romantic. I had given up on the idea of having children. I thought it wasn’t in the cards for me. It was getting hard to get up in the morning and deal with my day.
I did have great roommates at the time. Thank goodness for them or this might not be written. They got me to do things and keep life moving forward.
And then Peter and I got together. I found love and respect and encouragement. I took a serious leap of faith and moved up to New York to be with my boyfriend.
One thing led to another and here we are 17 years later married for 13 years with an 11 year old daughter who I love.
I am a published writer. I am an editor. I am encouraged to express my creative self.
I love and am loved and that has made all the difference in the world.
Does that black dog come sniffing at the door? Of course but again I have a set of tools that I use to keep myself balanced. It can be hard some days but I work to keep myself in the game.
I do wish I could tell my 25 year old self that it does get better.
I will have an amazing life with wonderful family and friends.
The adventures I will be on have been amazing.
The things I will be doing I would not trade for the world.
I can’t however I can tell you gentle reader that for me it did get better.
It wasn’t easy and it hasn’t been easy but that makes the victories that much sweeter.
The short term might be bleak but the long term can become all that you have hoped for and more.
And remember I have a pile of sticks sitting here if any of you need one.
This is my entry for this week’s topic on LJ Idol. I hope you enjoyed it and will consider giving me your vote when the polls open
I am leaving the graphic which is from Boggle the Owl above the cut because it is awesome and needs to be seen by many.
And for anyone out there.
I have plenty of sticks.
Please feel free to message me here on Live Journal since I am pretty much on every day. If you need to just vent about something message me. I am listening (well reading). I’m here and I am not going to judge.
So onto the rest of the entry
There are times in life that the short term seems impossible. The hits keep on coming and the break that one desperately needs to just take a breath doesn’t seem to in the offing. If it weren’t for bad luck, one would have no luck at all.
There doesn’t seem to be a way out or the way out is a permanent solution that leaves so many behind wondering what they did or could have done.
The phrase “this too shall pass” seem kind of trite at the time but it does resonate later when one looks back onto the situation.
I have suffered from depression off and on most of my life. I don’t mean just feeling off or sad but the more serious no way out and thinking of taking the only way out that I could think of at the time.
It wasn’t until I was in my mid 20s that I got some answers including being diagnosed with Season Affected Disorder aka the Winter Blues and I have a set of tools
That and many times I thought myself sad or I cried I was really feeling rage or anger or both but didn’t have another way to express it. That was quite a revelation and again I learned a set of tools to deal with my anger.
In my early 30s things were pretty much in the pit of despair. I lost two jobs that I loved as a stage manager and a third was yanked from me under circumstances that still annoy me to this day. Other work related things were driving me insane.
My romantic life was a mess. I kept dealing with people who seemed to all use the phrase “It’s not you, it’s me”. I had friends but nothing romantic. I had given up on the idea of having children. I thought it wasn’t in the cards for me. It was getting hard to get up in the morning and deal with my day.
I did have great roommates at the time. Thank goodness for them or this might not be written. They got me to do things and keep life moving forward.
And then Peter and I got together. I found love and respect and encouragement. I took a serious leap of faith and moved up to New York to be with my boyfriend.
One thing led to another and here we are 17 years later married for 13 years with an 11 year old daughter who I love.
I am a published writer. I am an editor. I am encouraged to express my creative self.
I love and am loved and that has made all the difference in the world.
Does that black dog come sniffing at the door? Of course but again I have a set of tools that I use to keep myself balanced. It can be hard some days but I work to keep myself in the game.
I do wish I could tell my 25 year old self that it does get better.
I will have an amazing life with wonderful family and friends.
The adventures I will be on have been amazing.
The things I will be doing I would not trade for the world.
I can’t however I can tell you gentle reader that for me it did get better.
It wasn’t easy and it hasn’t been easy but that makes the victories that much sweeter.
The short term might be bleak but the long term can become all that you have hoped for and more.
And remember I have a pile of sticks sitting here if any of you need one.
This is my entry for this week’s topic on LJ Idol. I hope you enjoyed it and will consider giving me your vote when the polls open
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And hey I believe in you if that helps.