Sometimes, my depression is a dull-witted sloth, batting at me with sloppy arms as I go about my business.
Occasionally, my depression is a roaring monster, shredding me from the inside out, while I fight back with every ounce of my strength, at the same time still trying to get lunches packed, put on a brave face for the bus stop moms, read “Ramona and Beezus” in an animated voice at bedtime.
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We may share your information with third-party partners for marketing purposes.My children’s squabbles make me want to scratch the walls. I feel like the light at the end of the tunnel is a solitary candle about to blow out at any moment.At the same time, I feel like the pain will never end. My lows are doubtless the product of a combination of nature and nurture.I know each dawn when I face my demons that prescriptions and therapy will never ultimately be sufficient, that I will always, fundamentally, fight this battle on my own. Whether it stems from how I was raised or how my brain is wired, or both, is not the most pressing issue for me.At the same time, I realize how ridiculous all of this is. What does feel urgent for some reason right now is the knowledge I’ve gained with middle age that although depression is one of the most isolating of human experiences, an army of those who suffer from it roams this earth. Those of us who feel strong enough should speak more freely about our experiences.This has been happening as long for as I can remember. The smallest tasks seem insurmountable: paying a cell phone bill, lining up a household repair.About this time every year (and other times, too) I sink into a pit that’s hard to scrabble out of. Sometimes just taking a shower or arranging a play date feels like more than I can manage.I feel like the light at the end of the tunnel is a solitary candle about to blow out at any moment.At the same time, I feel like the pain will never end.available to everyone, providing a supportive, inspiring Buddhist community that anyone can access, from curious beginners to committed meditators. Unfortunately, advertising and other revenues are falling for print and online media. Lion’s Roar reaches more readers like you than ever before.