So it’s almost 10:00 on a Tuesday evening, and I’m not tired yet. I don’t want to watch TV. I don’t really have anything to do, hmmm… Oh! I haven’t written in my blog in a while.
I haven’t really been doing much of anything lately to be honest with you. When some stuff happened in my life, I crawled into a shell, and ultimately wound up extremely depressed.
Now first, I want to warn you, because I’m about to talk about God. Not the traditional God that many people think of. I’m not a Christian, and even though I’m Jewish I still don’t believe that Jewish parts of the Bible are meant to be taken literally. I’m not even talking about an all powerful, omnicient being, that guides our every day lives. In fact, I’m not talking about anything predefined. The word God is what we use to describe something that means different things to different people. I’m going to use that word for brevity sake, but really what I mean is, higher power, and by that I mean anything that is more powerful than me. Myself and a friend. Together we are more powerful than me alone. Myself and a group of friends. Even better. Myself and a group of friends and loving family members. Or maybe it’s not people for you. Maybe it is the God of the Bible. The point is it doesn’t matter. What I’m talking about is anything that you feel can help you when you need help, better than you can help yourself, or, anything that can help you help someone else better than you can help them yourself. For the rest of this reading, God = hire power.
God has helped me a lot lately. When I found myself in my depression, just wanting to stay in my hole and not deal with the situation I was going through, some very loving, caring people in my life gave me some help that I needed. First, it was my family, and I didn’t really need to ask too hard for that help. All I needed to do was pick up the phone and say, this is what is happening, and the help was offered. My father and step-mother love me so unconditionally. Sometimes I can be the biggest baby about things, and sometimes there are things I’m going through which they can’t possibly understand from my perspective, but they don’t care. They just love, and they show it by doing as much as they possibly can, whenever they are able.
The problem is, they aren’t as able right now. My step-mother just had knee replacement surgery, and my father is going to have a heart valve transplant sometime very soon. But they were still there for me when I needed them, as much as they could be. However, this time, during a crisis I was going through and I’m still going through they couldn’t offer as much as they’d like to be able to, and that meant I needed to grow up just a little bit.
That was very difficult for me at first. I wanted more care than they were able to give, and I finally had to face that fact after a week of hell, and a trip to the emergency room because I thought something was horribly wrong with my stomach or abdomen, or I had some other major medical issue going on, only to be diagnosed with constipation. That’s ok. You can laugh. That shit really hurt man!
Then, quite frankly, I started to pray to my higher power. Now, again, if I’m sitting in my living room saying, “God, please, I need your strength here!”, is anyone listening, or am I just affirming in my head, that I need help from something more than myself, and trying to work through how to get that help in my head. The weirdness is not in the asking. The weirdness is in the answers you get, and recognizing them.
At this point it was another family member who came through for me. My aunt, who just lost her husband and my Uncle from cancer sent me an email one morning, asking me if I could help her with some computer problems. I told her about my situation, and how debilitating it was for me, and that all I could offer was to keep in touch because I thought it would be good for the both of us. I then asked her a question. How is she coping? Because she’s pretty depressed right now too. She told me about how our grandmother used to make her make up her bed as soon as she got out of it, so she would at least have that to say she accomplished that day. So for some reason, I got out of bed, I not only made my bed, but I finally changed the sheets, putting clean ones on, and then I put the dirty ones in the washing machine along with some other laundry I needed to do. Then we chatted back and forth in email, and eventually she asked me a specific computer question, and it gave my mind something to do.
At first I just explained what it could be, and pushed it back on her. But we kept chatting. Then I decided to do some searching online, and I was able to at least partially find the answer to her problem and help her get it more under control. I was still in a bad place, but my mindset had changed a bit. Frankly, having something to do made me feel less depressed. So we continued to chat, and I continued to pray. I also had to make some very tough decisions about some things in my life which I will talk about in another post some time.
I started doing a few more, manageable tasks around the house. More laundry, wash the dishes, vacuum a little bit. And then I allowed myself to take a break because I had accomplished some things that I needed to accomplish.
Another pretty much sleepless night went by, but I got up and took care of some things I needed do. I went to a doctor’s appointment. I had to take a cab there because of some other real (more than constipation) issues I’m dealing with right now, but I went. I asked the doctor for help with some things and she went over and above to help me. Certainly a higher power there.
Another sleepless night, still chatting with my aunt, still getting small, manageable tasks done, still praying. By the way, my prayers were pretty simple. “God, please help me to know what to do next.”
This time the answer came to make some phone calls, and I did. I called very good friends. That was today. I had several phone conversations. Then I got a ride to another doctor’s appointment from one of those friends. Then I met my parents for lunch, and took care of some business that needed to be taken care of to make it easier for them to help me in ways that they could help me. Then I met another person and took care of some more business that needed to get taken care of. Then another friend picked me up, and we went to meet with some other friends. I got home at about 8:30 after a very full day. I made a few more phone calls. And now I’m writing this.
Will I sleep tonight. Who knows? If my body needs sleep, I will sleep. It will eventually come, but it sure will come a lot faster if I’m up and moving, and doing things and staying active. By the way, I meantioned more phone calls. Tomorrow is a very full day. Thursday will have some activity in the evening, and I can always think about how to do more between now and then, and then make some more phone calls. Oh, and I need to go grocery shopping. Luckily the grocery store is in the same shopping center where my condo is. I think I can manage a 3 block drive. I was told so by one of my advocating friends..
So now it’s midnight. I’m not really sleepy, but I’m tired, and that’s a good thing. I have to deal with chronic pain, and managing that is tough because it adds to the depression causing the sleep issues which adds to the depression and yes I did mean to say depression three times. But today was a good day. I was up, and active, and tomorrow and the next day will be the same.
I’m certainly not out of the woods here. I’ve got a lot more to do to get back into life. Find a job for one, but I need to take care of myself first, and this one was a bit of a nose dive so I’ve still got some climbing to do, but I’m grateful, because I have help, from my higher power. As long as I ask for it, and am able to recognize it when it is presented, it will always be there. People, activity, things to think about. They are keeping me sane, at least for now.