I was frustrated at myself (what’s new?) during today’s session with my psychologist. I asked him, “When would I ever be fit to go back to work or just have a proper life?”
Most people I know have a structured week: some sort of income-generating activity from Mondays to Fridays, for 8 hours a day, a lunch break in between, and then social dinners for a few nights a week during the week, with weekends filled with other interesting entertainment.
Week after week. Month after month. Then perhaps a 2-week vacation to break it up, and the routine goes on again.
As for me, I might write for two hours today, meet a friend for lunch, and by 2pm, would be exhausted and all I could do was sit on my sofa and doze off for a nap. The next day I would drive to my doctor’s appointment and then be tired from that. By the third day I might have to cancel meeting a friend because I was so weary. Occasionally I could fit in a run down at the gym and a walk in the park with Bamboo.
So, I demanded of my shrink: at this rate, how would I be able to handle working even part time? It seems like watching TV takes up more energy than it would for most other people.
I have a question. This time I don’t have an answer.
My reader friends, do you have any experience of how your life evolved after embracing depression? I think I need a hug right now….