Last week, My Old Friend, Depression, came a
visiting. I couldn’t rest, couldn’t do anything, but tried, nevertheless,
forcing myself to be active and do the many things that are demanded of life
and that I love to do in the best of times.
I am writing here to analyze it because when I’m
depressed, I cannot understand or analyze it. I feel like dying, I have no
interest in anything, the many things I love to do become burdens, I become negative
about my life, my creativity, my faith. I know I am tired but question my
tiredness by thoughts like, what did I do to be so tired? How come other people
have so much more energy than me? Why can’t I do this that or the other? How
come I am so unproductive?
A brief insight came to me as I bent over a chore in
the kitchen: DON’T QUESTION YOUR TIREDNESS.
When I thought about it I realized I had been doing
more than usual on the days preceding the onset. The list is long so I will
skip it. Our lives are altogether too busy during the ‘holidays’ and we ignore
the mute protests of our bodies. Tiredness follows the law of inertia and
multiplies unless it is attended to. I forget that it takes as long to unwind
as it is to get wound up. When I am tired there is nothing I can do about it,
not even rest. Or even if I rest, sleep in, the brain gets fuzzy and that generates
additional worry: what’s happening to me? Is my brain dying, am I finally old
and decrepit? I can’t even let my brain rest but question its fuzziness; I
can’t get a day entirely off because the appointment book has three scribbles
in it for the day. Then there’s all the work around food for the ‘holidays.’ The
messy kitchen has to be cleaned, and there is a lot of compulsion around
‘exercise.’
The causes of depression can only be seen in
retrospect, and that’s why I’m trying to discover mine. I do not like being
depressed and if the causes are to be hounded out, I must do my best. I have to
come up with a strategy on detecting my tiredness, invariably the cause of my
depression, sooner rather than later. But then the biology and the sympathetic
nervous system kicks in, and one gets on a roll of tiredness because life is
altogether too busy and one demands too much of oneself.
Touch – a massage or cuddling with a love one –
helps a lot. And then one has to give oneself a long stretch of uncommitted
time to unwind in. One has to say, NO to activities that feel like a burden
instead of a joy.
This subject of resting is so important that I wrote
a chapter on it in my book called The Writing Warrior. That will be my next
blog entry.