It’s been one whole year. 365 days. I can’t believe a year has gone by since I wrote a blog for Styled Inside Out. I’m not sure whether I should be very grateful I have been so busy working or if I should realize that time moves so fast and I feel like it’s been a blur. I have had the gift of having some down time where I have continued to fix up my house (never ending!), started painting, caught up on a lot of reading, joined up again at my beloved gym and organized my much neglected personal life. I have caught up with friends I haven’t seen in years and discovered I’m going to be a grandma. Wow, who says life isn’t busy? And that’s just since January!
However in my mind I feel like I’m not doing enough. I feel at the end of the day I have been slacking. I feel like I am slacking. I feel like the garage should finally be completely organized and every drawer almost empty. I have the time but I just can’t bring myself to fold my clothes like Marie Kondo. I don’t care how much time I have. I could only do that if I have a bottle of wine next to me. That is a full time job.
You know what else is full time without getting paid? Eating healthy. I went away for a week to learn how to cook more “vegan” and realized that is also an unpaid full time job. I know it’s better for you and I do feel better (and eight pounds lighter) but it doesn’t replace a hunk of brie, a baguette, butter, a pile of red grapes (seedless), and a beautiful glass of red wine. Do I feel great after eating that? Not so much. But it is magnificent while in the process. So I cheat every so often and tell myself life is short and time flies by.
One of the best things about going into 2019 is that I have had the luxury of being in my own home in my own bed. Watching the sunsets from my deck and even enjoying the rain we have desperately needed. The jasmine on my arboretum is about ready to bloom and I haven’t experienced that joy in a number of years because of being out of town. So here’s to you Marie Kondo. Spark joy!
This is a tricky one. A real slippery slope. It isn’t easy to spot just by looking at someone. It’s not like a disease that, although may not be curable, doesn’t suffer in silence from the unknown. You can diagnose cancer pretty quickly but depression has it’s own timeline.
I have known people who couldn’t deal with the voices in their head and finally checked out. It wasn’t pretty and, in their own way, they were asking for help. Those who loved them were trying to give them everything but in the end it wasn’t enough.
There are the drugs that are given which have been created to try to ease the pain. One person told me it was like they had fallen down a hole and were trying desperately to climb to the top only to slip back down again. Some research states a lack of zinc can cause a chemical imbalance of serotonin in the brain which can cause depression. Pfeiffer Medical Center in Chicago has worked for years in the study and treatment of depression. They use vitamins, minerals and other nutrient supplements in treating biochemical imbalances. This may be a better alternative for some which do not want to go the drug prescription route.
For years depression was hushed and still isn’t given the assistance it needs to find a cure. In recent times it has reared its ugly head and resulted in harrowing results.
So where do we go with it? How do we help those so desperately in need? I am no therapist but I feel like we really have to start to listen and watch the telltale signs. Depression doesn’t care where you come from or how wealthy you are. It strikes with a vengeance. It’s not a topic many are comfortable dealing with but knowledge about the symptoms and the care are vital now in order to help the ones dealing with depression and with ourselves.
I love and hate errands. I know I have to get things done when my free time is so limited but I hate the thought of leaving my apartment after working long hours all week. I am from the old school of making lists on a notepad. I know it’s the way of the caveman or woman but I can’t break habits that have worked for most of my life. Continue reading