Coping When Depression Gets The Best of You

Tweet

If you've never experienced random bouts of depression or stages of insomnia, consider yourself blessed. Currently I am a bilateral amputee but if you aren't up on your medical jargon it just means a double below the knee amputee. I didn't lose them both at the same time but that doesn't make a huge difference. They are gone now and every day is an emotional roller coaster, in fact this very minute I am in front of the laptop working on this and I am crying for no reason. No tears but a lot of nose blowing and whimpering. This is the time when I crank the air conditioning, make sure my blue curtains are completely closed and start watching all the crap I have on my DVR or bookmarked on Netflix. The blue curtains were made from sheets that I bought for the twin beds; I bought about ten packs of them when they were on sale and made quick work of turning them into panels to block out light. I still get a blue color washing over the room when it's bright outside but it peaceful and tranquil. Everyone has different ways of coping with depression, the blues or seasonal changes in weather. There are times when I ask myself “Why bother doing anything, it won't make a difference”. All I can do that has any change on 'the blues' is to stay busy or at the very least keep my mind occupied. I've tried numerous medications for depression but none have worked or even come close to helping. Chocolate is a temporary fix but one serving can lead to ten and can make a bad situation even worse. Of course Candy Crush and Neopets are great to fall back on but when things are “that bad” I usually have no desire to do anything online. Right now I've rebounded from a horrible night thanks to a couple hours of sleep. I'm always amazed at what some General Tso Chicken can do for your mood – couple that with an ice cold Coors Lite (can of course) and for the moment the blues are at bay. I have had the chance to talk to professionals when I was in and out of the hospital and it helped but it wasn't a cure. For that, well, I would need a miracle or at the very least a cure for phantom pains. Photo: Me