My Kind of Depression

My depression is always centered on what other people are doing – to me or at me, to my son or at my son. I can handle it for a while but there is always a day, whether it’s once a month or every quarter, that I just fall apart.

Today is that day.

I am lonely because I started grad school and spend so much time writing papers and researching.

Last night, I texted a friend that I have been going out of my way to help the last few weeks to ask what she was up to. She told me what she was up to…and didn’t invite me. I’m good enough when you need something.

I have to hire ‘friends” for my 13 year old son with autism and chronic lung disease. AND these friends need to be OK with his oxygen tank, love of Mickey Mouse, Bowling, Chuck E Cheese and “black popcorn”. At a good price of course, most are OK.

Today, his “friend” didn’t show up again, his one real friend was busy and I can’t do what I needed to do. No grocery’s today, not bank visit, not stopping at the shop because John doesn’t travel well at all.

It slaps me in the face that I have no family that steps in to help or even get to know my son. I watch my brothers and nieces hanging out with the other cousin’s kids and family all over Facebook but can’t seem to get anyone to hang out with mine.

My Husband is my best friend. He talks me down, shows me how strong I am and reminds me that we have each other.

My depression feels like a pit in my stomach that hurts, it twist and makes me feel like I want to throw up. It wells up tears constantly throughout the day. So bad that I can’t go out because if someone seen me all they would have to do is ask how I am for me to break down. My depression makes me feel lonely when there are people everywhere. It makes me want to never see another person. It makes me want to never help another person. It makes me feel resentment for everyone else’s well being and happiness. It makes me think no one really cares. It makes my throat swell up and forces me to breath deeper.

It makes me pray… it will pass.

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Thank you for being a friend…

I was going to share this on Facebook but I am on the fence. I am both relieved and hurt by being blocked. I am relieved because now I know where I stand but hurt because now I know where I stand isn’t in a good place. I guess the question is, is it worth the emotional upset?

There was a girl who had a friend. In my experience, people come into our lives for a moment, a lesson or a lifetime. This person and I were friends for a long time, we spent countless lunches together going over future plans and talking about life. Until one day, something changed. I thought we grew a part, she moved and I started a new venture – each taking us down a different path.

Recently, I realized this person not only unfriended me, but blocked me after months of just coasting on FB and not seeing each other. Something about my FB was so bad that it warranted a block, or maybe it was something about me.

I have blocked people, too. People who say disgusting things to me, people who hurt me or people I feel threatened by. It’s just part of our social world now.

I was thinking this week how we let so many people into our lives to see our day to day, business happenings, the people and things we love, our homes through facebook. People we have never met that we have connected with on some level, people we have met, people we work with, go to school with, fellowship with, etc…  And I realized I may take that for granted.

Thanks for allowing me to be a part of your journey, to see into your world. Thanks for being a part of mine by a simple ‘like’, a supportive comment, a business post share, a small act of kindness… Thanks to the special mamas and papas that share their real stories so I know I am not alone.

Thank you for your kindness in remaining my friend in any way, shape or form.

 

One F***ing Pin!

Has it been 2 months?

I am back to college at 43 while taking care of a family and running a business. Blogging has seemed to be put to the side for a minute.

This week my hubs went to his homeland of Ireland to visit family. I am single parenting for 10 days and let me tell you I have never missed him more!

It’s been a long week with my 13 year old autistic epileptic lung child! Medical PTSD and loneliness did Conjure up this week. One lesson learned: Just like step 4, never read IEP goals alone. You need someone with you to balance out the negative and put things into perspective.

He requires so much attention from me that it has been impossible to study. By the time I get him to bed I am so tired I pass out with him.  He loves taking long baths but needs constant supervision in the bathroom. He cannot dress himself independently and eating…whatever! This week has me contemplating quitting everything to stay home with him just to get him closer to becoming an independent productive adult. For Christ sake, he has hit puberty and still pulls his pants off in public because the snow made his pants wet.

I’m not complaining about taking care of my son. I love being with him. We have amazing moments of laughter and sharing so much love that I actually want to live forever with him.

What hurts the most is the loneliness. He has no friends coming by to hang out. My friends or family are not breaking the door down to visit with their kids. This week has brought that to light for me, yet again. I love being around my friends and their kids, but they don’t love being around me when I am with my kid. #TruthBomb

How do I move forward? I have no clue. The summer is approaching and he will miss his Special Olympics friends and Special Recreation Day Camp for the 2nd year in a row because he is on Oxygen.

I need ideas for the summer. I need places to be and people to see. He needs friends outside of mom and dad. I need to see him engaging with other people, learning to behave appropriately and enjoying it.

We could go bowling every day and meet the elderly team we met last year. They loved him, even named their bowling team after him, “One Stinking pin!” and “Oh! Coconuts!” Those are Johnny’s ‘good words’. The originals were “One F$%^ing Pin” and “Oh! F%^$”. It took almost a year to replace those words! (I guess I can’t blame parents for keeping their kids away from mine!)

In the meantime, I will continue to ask around, reach out and ask for help in a network of people I have never met on social media. Hopefully, something will fall into our laps. Part of me knows whatever happens is meant to be. We always seem to be in the right place at the right time. #Blessed

via Daily Prompt: Conjure

 

Daily Prompt: Thorny…or complex?!

Thorny

I have this horrible habit of scripting conversations and scenarios in my head that will literally never happen! For example, last night someone asked me to babysit this weekend. I declined because it’s my birthday weekend and I wanted to see if my husband was going to plan anything.

Mind you, I did not remind him or even send him out a hint. My plan was to wait for him to forget so I can go bat shit crazy.

In my head, I was scripting a conversation we would have if we were to see a therapist. Which we never will because he just won’t do it. (That’s another story!) I was saying things like “We have been together for over 20 years and every year I have to remind him…why can’t he just know it!” I literally drive myself crazy with the complexity of the script. Saying I am thorny is an understatement.

When I arrived home at 10pm after a 12hour shift he had an amazing homemade burrito bowl ready for me. I asked him if he had any plans Saturday and without a beat he said, “No, wanna go out?”. I immediately softened but was also a little surprised he asked. I am still not convinced he knows why I asked, but he fed me so I wasn’t feeling as thorny or complex and let it go.

Here’s to a Happy Birthday weekend, whether he knows it or not.

And a reminder, in the great words of my dear friend Ann B., “It’s about the season, not the day.”

Good thing he fed me….:)

Quality Time, please?!

Quality time is so important to me.

I love spending quality time with my friends and family. When the time together isn’t forced and everyone really wants to be there, I feel loved.

I feel hurt when I schedule time with someone and they blow me. That tells me that my time is not important to them. It tells me that I am not important to them. Whatever they blew me off for is more important, whether its work or other people. This is with the exception of emergencies.

I really feel what you put out into the world, you get back in some form. Saturday, I had plans with someone I love and they blew me off. That night I was asked by two people if I would sponsor them. I spent the evening with a new sponsee talking about resentments and personal growth. We talked about owning our part in our story so we can learn and grow from it. Then we went for ice cream and laughed at her 7yr old son’s silly jokes.

The next day I was invited to lunch with a grammar school friend, which I accepted gratefully. Another friend invited me to a Jazz fest which I couldn’t attend because of work and sponsee commitments.

The universe if keeping me busy with people who want to spend time with me. Surrounding me with love the way I need to receive it, in quality time.

Thank you universal friends! Thank you HP for giving me the gift of friendship, sobriety and love!

What’s your love language?

Last night, I wrote a long resentful angry blog about my partner. I did not share it with anyone. Even last night in the midst of my anger I knew it was unfair and I was just venting. I am so grateful for my restraint of pen and tongue these days. Makes life so much more fun and full of gratitude.

This morning I read this blog:

https://12stepwork.com/2017/08/27/success-in-relationships/

Right after crying about feeling left out and unloved…

“… it’s not anybody else’s job to “make” me feel better or different… whenever I’ve left the job of “Make me happy!” up to someone or something else, it ends up causing me a lot of needless suffering… happiness is an inside job.” – Mike Stewart, Life Lover

What a great reminder. My marriage can be lonely sometimes. There is this site that talks about our “love Languages”.  How we show people that we love them. It’s hard when you are with someone that doesn’t speak your love language. You have to constantly remind yourself that you are enough and this is the way they show it.

http://www.5lovelanguages.com/

I took the test.

My results: Words of Affirmation

Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important – hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten. Kind, encouraging, and positive words are truly life-giving.

The tight runner up being “Quality Time”.

I am pretty sure that my partners love language would for me would be:

His Results: Acts of Service

Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter. Finding ways to serve speaks volumes to the recipient of these acts.

He likes to fix things for me, build new things and cook. Just tonight I mentioned that I need a new shelf put up at the shop and his eyes lit up while saying “I’ll be by tomorrow to take a look” And he will be by, I guarantee it.

After 24 years together, I am not always happy. As I am sure he isn’t as well. The hardest part about marriage is growing emotionally together. When one person isn’t growing emotionally and the other is, it makes for a tough time. The person growing has to find ways to compliment themselves and feel good in the space they are in. I do this by going to meetings, meeting other woman that can help me grow and talking to other woman that may feel the same way. It lets me know I am not alone and that the negative feelings shall pass. Thank God those negative feelings pass, with the help of some friends.

Take the test, tell me what your love language is.

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Social media addict?

Yesterday, I made the decision to remove myself from social media.

Yes, I did….

I deactivated my Facebook account and deleted my Snapchat.

I didn’t have an Instagram or twitter.

However, I do have accounts in all of these for my business.

On a personal level, I am not longer connected to social media.

AND I FEEL FABULOUS!!!

At first, I thought this was going to be hard. How will I survive without seeing everyone’s lives happening before me? How will I make it through a day without seeing how everyone’s first day of school was or how that girl in Bloomington is doing with the new baby. How will I make it without knowing how Ed the coffee guy managed to make it through the Park Ridge Farmers Market or how Bob from California is enjoying his new puppy?

This is how I did it. I replaced that time scrolling through social media with ME time. I looked at my son while I was talking to him. I asked him questions instead of nodding yes while responding to a post. I cleaned the oven, which was pretty cool! I did an amazing amount of marketing on milkshakes for my business and arrived into work early without being tired. While at work I read a book during the slow times and did a little extra cleaning.

It all seems so normal but for me it isn’t normal. I spent way too much time on social media. Doing all these extra things personally and professional has me feeling empowered and ready to tackle some more tasks. That’s crazy!!!!!

Last night I went to bed earlier then I usually do and actually went to sleep!  Like within 15 minutes. That’s unheard of!

This morning I woke up before the alarm and felt great.

I am pretty sure I was addicted to social media. Without it I get a little itchy, I want to just take a quick peek. I pick up my phone to click the big F (that’s F for Facebook) and for a second panic that it isn’t there. But, it’s getting easier and I am looking less.

Another reason I quit social media. It was helping me to build up resentments. I spend a lot of time with my son at home because autism doesn’t let us enjoy day trips out like most families. In addition, his chronic lung disease and oxygen requirements make it hard to just hop on out the door. Watching these assumable normal families enjoy the last few days of summer vacation was making me sad, not happy. Watching stranger’s lives that have no part of my daily life was making me resent them.

Without those visuals I can focus on the gratitude. The beautiful smile and hardy laugh my son enjoys at home. Our everyday hot dog lunches and “black popcorn” with water balloons by the dozen. The chronicles of the Boss (our puppy boxer) and homemade meals (not instagramed or facebooked) by my super BFF hubby! The best part are the text messages from the people IN my life with pictures of their kids first day at school, letting me know they are traveling for a sick family member or just asking to meet for lunch or coffee.  The important stuff!