Wading Through Mud

I’m generally a very positive and joyful person. I enjoy the simple things around me; the light in the forrest when I’m out on my bike; a cuppa and muffin in a cafe whilst reading whatever book I’ve got on the go; the sound of the waves and smell of a fresh sea breeze, you name it, I can let it fill me with good feelings. Every once in a while that enjoyment fails me. Why? Because once in a while depression weedles its way into my psychi leaving me flat and ‘wading through mud’.  I’m sure most people understand this to some degree, that feeling that everything you’re doing feels just that bit harder to do than normal, even everyday things like washing your face at night can feel like a mountain to climb!

I don’t know why I it happens, it doesn’t particularly run in the family and, as I’ve said, I’m a pretty positive person. My theory is that if something has happened at some point in your life to cause it once, then somehow that makes you more susceptible and, regardless of whether there is any reason for it, sometimes depression and anxiety can seep its way in!

On a positive note, I have become a minor expert at spotting the signs and knowing the difference between being fed up for a week and the sort of feeling that you know no amount of positive thinking alone is going to get you out of! Fortunately, I have no issues with taking medication and use it in conjunction with exercise and continuing to do the things I usually do, and would usually get pleasure from, even if it doesn’t feel the same. I also have a fantastic group of friends who don’t look at me as if I’ve developed a 2nd head and don’t stop laughing around me as if it’s somehow disrespectful to my sombreness!

So I’ll keep taking the tablets, put one foot in front of the other and hope that the ‘mud’ will soon change to ‘water’ and eventually ‘air’ as I fly again!

Would you like some prozac with that cup of tea Bob?…..

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