Ever since our youngest child left home, I’ve struggled to make dinner for my husband and myself. It seems like a lot of work for two people. It’s been four years since we became empty-nesters, and I still haven’t been able to get my mind around the fact that there’s just two of us.
My husband works from home, which means we’re both home all day. While he doesn’t mind cooking, neither of us can remember to take something out of the freezer in time for dinner. …
The sun was streaming through the lobby of the Courtyard by Marriott when I walked through at the end of my shift. As I continued towards the break room to clock out, Mr. Taylor, the General Manager, came up behind me. I’d only been working there for a couple of days and I didn’t know him very well.
“How was your day?” he asked as he fell into step beside me.
“Fine, thanks. I just finished my shift and I’m heading home.” I said with a smile, mostly of relief.
He gave me a knowing smile and continued down the…
I know, I know. We’ve all heard the key to a great marriage is to follow the old adage:
Never go to bed mad.
Arguments happen, even in the best marriages. Often, disagreements are relatively minor (in the scheme of life), however, other times, while something minor may have caused the argument, in reality, the true problem lies hidden beneath the surface.
You may be arguing about one thing and the next thing you know, you’re arguing about something completely different. It’s not uncommon for past disagreements or offenses to get added to the mix. …
Imagine, if you will, a world in which the following is true:
Every day, you have the freedom to wake up, naturally, without the blare of the alarm clock. The day ahead is free of commitments with no one to answer to and no place to be. You can choose to spend every minute of every day however you want. Instead of living paycheck to paycheck wondering how you’re going to pay the bills, money is no longer a worry. You have enough money to live comfortably in the upper-middle-class lifestyle to which you’ve become accustomed.
Your children, all of…
Many of you have read how I overcame Depression after suffering for many years. If you’re one of my followers or if you’ve looked at my profile at all, you’ll realize I haven’t written in a long time. If you were to venture a guess as to why that is, you might come to the conclusion that I’m out there living my life, happy and carefree, now that I no longer suffer from Depression.
But you’d be wrong.
I’m still Depression free, I will say that. But my life hasn’t changed as a result of it. I really thought that…
Depression was all I’d known for years, two decades if we’re counting. It was dark and heavy. It smothered me to the point I could barely breathe. Worse, I didn’t want to. I was tired of fighting this thing I couldn’t see. I was tired of being tired. The world looked black. I saw flowers bloom, but I couldn’t see their colors. The whole world had lost its color, and with it, meaning.
I couldn’t remember life before depression, but I tried to imagine a life without it.
What might a “normal” life look like?
I imagined waking up every…
Instead of hiding behind our diagnosis and keeping quiet about our symptoms, those of us who suffer from the crippling effects of depression are beginning to speak out. We’re no longer suffering in silence. We’re changing the conversation and reducing the stigma of mental illness, but we still have a long way to go.
I hope my story will help others come out of the darkness and reach out for help.
I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder over 20 years ago. After trying a multitude of drugs to combat my symptoms, I was diagnosed with Treatment Resistant Depression. Treatment…
This is the first time I’ve written about my TMS therapy and what happens during treatment, however, please read my first post about depression and how I discovered TMS here. For those of you unfamiliar with TMS, it stands for Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation.
At my first TMS session I wasn’t sure what to expect, but for the first time in my life, I had hope. Hope that I might be cured.
TMS treatments are conducted every weekday for six weeks.
That’s right, EVERY WEEKDAY.
As you would imagine, for someone like me who has a hard time getting out of…
You may have noticed it’s been quite a long time since I’ve written or published anything here on Medium. I have mentioned before that I suffer from depression, or technically speaking, “Major Depressive Disorder”. I’ve been on anti-depressants for over 20 years. Instead of making progress, I’ve been getting worse.
The psychiatrist I see is amazing! I’ve been seeing him for over 10 years. My insurance pays for him to manage my medication, however, they won’t pay for me to receive counselling from him. Because I admire my doctor so much, I find myself wanting to please him. The downside…
As a little girl, I watched my parents with awe. They knew everything! They knew why things were the way they were and I don’t mean, “because I said so”. Other kids I knew thought the same thing about their parents.
I couldn’t wait to grow up and know everything!
I never wondered how the knowledge of the world would come to me, I just knew that it would. I dreaded it almost as much as I looked forward to it. I couldn’t imagine what I would think or feel when I grew old. The only thing I knew was…