I wouldn't really call it depression (though there are signs of it present). I say this because I sometimes go through periods of depression and this isn't the same. (Unless maybe those periods are double-depression). It's just that January 2002 to January 2003 was one heck of a year and I'm just not the same person I used to be.
Things that were once fun, just aren't.
I'm dx'd bipolar so an antidepressant is a no-no, but even when I'm on a high, I still don't enjoy the things I used to. (I just get obsessive with a few things like cleaning my house or playing my guitar). I know I'm robbing my daughter with these feelings I have, but I just don't enjoy being "playful" anymore. I'm also extremely impatient with her-- and over silly little things too.
It really stinks.
- In late January of 2002, my husband left me. Though this was not really a bad thing (in the long run), it was hard on me, just the same.
- In September 2002, my oldest daughter died. (She was only 10). It was not anticipated and though I know that death is not at all easy when you have forewarning, it is just kind of weird when you don't. (She died in a traffic accident-- was hit by a semi-truck while riding her bicycle).
- In the summer of 2002, I brought my youngest daughter home to live. She had been living in a group home in the same town where I live. (She is dx'd with profound mental retardation, low-functioning autism, and ADHD). After my oldest daughter died, however, her behavior changed and she became more difficult to handle. I ended up placing her in a group home again in late January of 2003, but it is over an hour away as the former group home wouldn't take her again because of disagreements between us in the past. I'm not able to drive and so I don't see her very often.
I'm dx'd bipolar so an antidepressant is a no-no, but even when I'm on a high, I still don't enjoy the things I used to. (I just get obsessive with a few things like cleaning my house or playing my guitar). I know I'm robbing my daughter with these feelings I have, but I just don't enjoy being "playful" anymore. I'm also extremely impatient with her-- and over silly little things too.
It really stinks.