Not just about diabetes and hypothyroidism.
A seven-year-old afraid of missing her bus acts out at the end of a school day.
A fifteen-year-old afraid of not being accepted by the other female students spends lunch period after lunch period hiding in a bathroom stall after quickly eating her small meals consisting of a few bites of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, milk, and a single Ho-Ho.
A twenty-year-old fails a college course in social work after refusing to complete an interview with a local social worker because dealing with authority figures is too frightening.
That girl and those young women were me. Are me.
Yes, I struggle with anxiety surrounding time constraints, personal relationships with other females, and professional relationships, for many reasons that I cannot share here. Sometimes, this anxiety has progressed into depression, particularly at two times of any given year – the beginning and ending of Daylight Savings Time (DST). My body always wants DST to start a couple weeks before it actually does and creates havoc with my mood as a result. Same goes for wanting DST to last a couple more weeks after it actually ends.
Yes, I am in that situation yet again this spring, feeling depressed. This is not the worst I have seen, but in the best years, I am able to keep that old familiar friend from entering the mind.
I have been treated on and off with therapy and/or medication for both the anxiety and depression since the first signs of anxiety in first grade, so I have the knowledge of what can help me. Putting it into use is another matter, but with some coaxing, I always find my way out of the funk. I will be okay before too long.
Posted on March 26, 2006, in Anxiety. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Good luck with it. I’ve struggled with depression for years, too. It sucks.
I’ve experienced periods of depression as well. Just makes everything seem so daunting.
Hang in there, Rachel– you’ve made it through before, and you will this time too.
*Smooches to both of ya*
I’ve kicked up my exercise, which has helped tremendously. Though it would be nice if I could sleep until the husband’s alarm without the blast of sun coming in our bedroom window…