I have spent the last two months drowning in a maelstrom of anxiety and depression. This has interfered with any number of my regular activities. I haven’t been to the gym in so long I’m beginning to fear being harpooned for my blubber when I walk down the street. There are friends I haven’t called in so long they may actually have forgotten my name. I’ve taken a leave of absence from the cheerleading squad. And, worst of all in some ways, I’ve let this blog founder.
A couple weeks ago, I went on a new medication. And the maelstrom is calming down ever so slightly. But the problem is, getting back to my normal life still seems a task far too daunting to be contemplated, much less attempted. I’ve been to the gym a couple times in the last two weeks, and reminded a couple friends of my existence, and here I am posting.
But there are still miles to go before I sleep.
My friends can usually tell when I’m feeling down– I have a tendency to quote Frost when I’m in a funk. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one.
Of course, falling asleep while still drowning in a maelstrom might not be the wisest course of action.
We’re not going anywhere. Take your time.
Wish you peace!
Faustus, I know that you’ve been going through a difficult time. Hang on in there. You’ll find your way out eventually.
You haven’t let your blog go. It doesn’t matter that you don’t post so frequently as you used to. I’ll still be reading.
i send you kisses to defrost
Did you ever see the movie “Contact”? There’s a scene where the main character, Elly, is trying to find something through a telescope, and her father tells her, “Small moves, Elly, small moves.”
It’s good advice for a lot of things in life.
try yoga.