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Depression and Anxiety, My Story – Chapter 2

June 7, 2017 By Colleen 9 Comments

Depression Anxiety

This is a continuation of my ongoing journey thru Depression & Anxiety. Chapter 1 is here.

Thank you for your comments and sharing your own story.

I had just moved in with Grandson’s family. God love ‘em. Family of five took me plus dog into their 3 br, ONE bath duplex. After living in a 2400 sq. foot house on 5 acres you might imagine it was a shock to my already frail system. Yes, the 2nd day after running out of Ativan, Penny (my now-roommate, bff, and life coach) was taking me to my Dr. appointment. By the time she picked me up at 8:30 or I was a complete wreck with make-up dripping down my face and previously curled hair gone flat. I was also crying incessantly, a total mess.

All because we couldn’t locate a clean pair of underwear for Santino (grandson). Huh.

Trigger? Um, if you’re OCD-ish and used to living alone where most everything was in its place . . . yeah, being unable to find a pair of underwear was a trigger.

Poor Penny. A 40 minute drive to the doctor was made even longer when there’s a rambling, crying, sweating (!) passenger. (More on Penny later. She deserves an entire post, not just a mention in a paragraph.)

By the time Dr. came in to see me I was a trembling, crying, SWEATing, nervous wreck. He asked what was going on and I told him I was a m.e.s.s. over something ridiculous as a missing pair of underpants. He asked if I was still taking Ativan, to which I replied I’d run out 2 days prior.

“Two days?!? You went from 6 mg. a day to nothing? No wonder you’re having problems!”

Here’s the thing though – I didn’t know there was going to be a problem. I didn’t ask any questions of the doctor or pharmacist about Ativan, an Rx I’d never had before. Had I known, I would’ve called the pharmacy or doctor for a refill. Simple.

Depression and Anxiety

 

What I learned is:

You need to be your own advocate.

Ask questions about any medicines. Research side effects and what happens if you stop the Rx.

I won’t deny that when you’re depressed it’s hard to think logically. Or at all. I kept telling the Dr. all I wanted was to FUNCTION. Meaning, I needed to work.

Ha, work? Most days it was difficult to get out of bed and brush my teeth. Working – painting, writing – was out of the question. It was so frustrating, staring at white canvases or blank pages and . . . nothing, not being able to do the things that used to bring me joy. I tried to push through it, as I could before, but nothing happened other than frustration.

Anyway, Dr. prescribed Ativan for 30 days and I felt somewhat normal . . . somewhat. Penny would pick me up twice a week and we’d go to a park to walk. Then she’d take me to breakfast for “real” food. For some reason she didn’t think Cocoa Pebbles were ‘food’.

In May 2016 Penny asked me to housesit while she went on vacation. Then she said, “Why don’t you just move in?”

I was dumbfounded. Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to ruin a 40 year friendship and I’m obviously not well.

I still didn’t realize, or accept, how sick I really was at that time however I did move in with Penny, leaving Santino, his 2 little sisters and mom and stepdad, after 4 months.

There aren’t enough words to express my gratitude to Santino’s mom for calling me and telling me to come ‘home’ to Sacramento where my family (Tino) was. She singlehandedly changed my life forever.

So in June I took my one tote of clothes and my one tote of paint and moved in to Penny’s beautiful, quiet home.

This, I thought, would bring me out of the ‘black hole’ of depression and calm my anxieties.

Um, wrong.

to be continued. . .

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Comments

  1. Glo. says

    June 8, 2017 at 5:54 am

    Oh, sweet Ms. Colleen. I wish 2,500+ miles didn’t get in the way of us having lunch together. I am so glad to see you back writing. I will wait (im)patiently to hear your story. I am not going thru the same thing you are, but my ‘hubs’ is, plus other issues. This is hard. I am glad that you have your angel, Ms. Penny. And if I remember correctly, you have Santino and his family nearby. Prayers and good thoughts are sent your way.

    Reply
    • Colleen says

      June 8, 2017 at 8:49 am

      Ah Gloria, I wish you were closer too, just so I could give you a huge hug for all of your love and support.

      Living with someone who’s depressed is no picnic and I send you prayers and love.

      xo
      C

      Reply
  2. Maggie says

    June 8, 2017 at 10:19 am

    I too have had major depression and my husband was a true saint with what he went through while I was in the deep dark hole of depression. He didn’t understand why one particular situation could put me there and cause me to lay and stair up at the ceiling and cry, not eat, make decisions, dress myself, extreme anxiety, etc. and I’m so grateful to you for sharing your story

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    • Colleen says

      July 3, 2017 at 12:45 pm

      Maggie, thank you sharing your story. It’s hard, I know. I now realize I’ve had depression for years but never to this extent. I know hindsight is 20:20 but I do wish I’d gotten help much, much sooner.

      xo
      Colleen

      Reply
  3. Rena says

    June 8, 2017 at 10:31 am

    Gloria,I have missed your blog, glad you`re back.Wish you were here so i could give you a hug and talk to you every day.My hubby of 66 years passed away last year.I cared for him for 3 years,I have 3 close

    friends who gave me support. happy that you have someone close. we all love you.
    A Friend. R.J.

    Reply
    • Colleen says

      July 3, 2017 at 12:46 pm

      You’re so sweet, R.J. Thank you. I’m sorry to hear about your hubs. It’s SO hard! Mine’s been gone 5 years and it still seems like he’ll just walk thru the door.

      xo
      Colleen

      Reply
  4. brenda says

    June 8, 2017 at 11:04 am

    isn’t it so very difficult to make any sense of things when the person suffering does not even realize what the challenge is all about ?? I am thinking your recovery has in addition to having the Lord by your side, great family and friends but also your recognition that something was a m.e.s.s.
    God bless you for being strong enough to bring this information to us readers who care so much for you and your well being.

    Reply
    • Colleen says

      July 3, 2017 at 12:48 pm

      You are so right, Brenda. A big MESS! And I didn’t even realize it, that’s the odd thing. Now I just realize I’ve been ill and I’m recuperating. I still am not doing all the things I’d like in a day but even small steps are huge accomplishments right now.

      Thank you for your kind words.

      xo
      Colleen

      Reply
  5. Alli says

    October 31, 2017 at 6:41 pm

    I really hope that you are doing well. I went through a lot of your posts today to learn how to do things. I thought to myself- wouldn’t it be amazing if she lived in WI and I could ask her what on earth to do with this enormous house I find myself in with no clue where to even start. At least it is empty and you have provided some inspiration. Thank you for your candor and openness. You’ve helped more people than you realize.

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