Depression Runs Rampant…….more on page five…..
January 28th, 2010That’s the headline for my life this week. I can’t seem to pull myself together. I was doing fine until I had a very disturbing dream about my Dad Monday night (he’s been dead for 35 years). I don’t think I’ve dreamed about him since I was 30, but I had a very vivid and realistic one about him and I’ve been alternately depressed and hyper ever since (perhaps bi-polar disorder is catching…I think I’ve contracted it from my son). I have resisted the urge to just crawl in the bed and cover my head, but just barely. As I haven’t written in my journal since then, I really haven’t dealt with the meaning of that dream for myself….I probably will continue to feel this way until I actually think it through, and I’m not ready to do that just yet, I guess.
Anyway, Carly Boone has suffered a stall because I just can’t write about a light-hearted teenage summer while I’m feeling this way…so sorry. Please stay tuned (both of you), she’ll be back soon.
January 28th, 2010 at 1:16 pm
I love you madre! I wish I could help, but some trials are solo.
January 29th, 2010 at 11:36 pm
I know how you feel. Some of my most “off” days have been the result of people in my dreams. Amazing how much power they have over you. Wish I could remember the good ones as much as the traumatizingly bad ones!!! Love you.