The days are made up of small moments. Today’s best moments come when I walk into the other room and the sun falls on my face. The worst moments come when I climb back into bed, moaning from the pain. Some moments are lighter: they’re surreal, empty, clouded, but the depression has lifted just slightly. Others are agony, like fresh knife wounds… some are in between. It’s a mess of drowning and rising, but never quite breathing.
Derealisation has been on my mind a lot. Because of a couple of clearer moments I’ve had recently, I’ve convinced myself that it’s possible for the cloak over reality to be lifted. Yet there are so many hopeless moments. I try not to drown in them. I’m gaining more control over my thoughts, but I desperately need to see more improvements. I started meditating more often and I signed up for MoodGYM to practice more techniques to try to get my head on straight. I don’t know if it’s because depression is fighting the improvements or just that the worse times seem darker to me now… but there are so many sudden, excruciating moments where I want nothing more than to die. Even in one small moment, I can feel a burning desire to try a certain method, to end things, to find relief… or I’m so lonely or worried about someone that I’m driven to despair in a second.
I can’t afford to think too much about the past or the future. If I did I’d struggle much more in moving forward. But even in this moment, the loneliness is almost too painful to bear. The pain of depression runs through every part of my conscious mind. Often it’s more vague now… which is a relief. It’s often milder. But it doesn’t stop me dreaming of resurfacing into the world… or drowning until it ends.
I’m taking each moment as it comes. If, one day, I feel alive in this very moment, then I’ll be close to where I want to be. For now I’m just falling and rising… waiting to breathe again. There’s a song I found and loved when I was 15, which goes:
Are you still breathing?
Breathe into my hands; I’ll cup them like a glass to drink from.
That was when I fell into a kind of death inside, worse than any depression I’d experienced before. I haven’t risen since. I would love to look out at the world and really see it; stop retreating into myself and help others breathe. Hopefully now is the time that the ‘how’ will start to coalesce with ‘when’… but it’s hard to believe in the worse moments. Sometimes, although I know this is something I can only do on my own, I wish there was a hand close enough to touch… someone to fight for. When I told my ex I’d made my mind up to leave, he said, ‘then there’s no reason for me to get better.’ I know it was only a temporary conviction, but I understand the feeling well. I hadn’t been relying on him for a long time and I don’t want to change anything except the pain I caused, but sometimes having a living, breathing hope and reason to fight is all you need. I know in reality it isn’t the ideal time to rely on someone or have someone relying on me, but loneliness can eat you up inside.
I don’t know right now which is coming… the end or the beginning. The moments are so changeable. I don’t know what I want. I just want something. I want to tear the pain away. I want to breathe.
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I think this is a new beginning for you. π
The jury’s out on that one. π Thanks Darvin.
Hah! No way, what i said is mandatory. π
Haha, I like you more all the time. π
Awww stop! You’ll make me blush! :$
I love your avatar.
Thank you! π
How do you get an avatar? just curious..
@Trix, “The moments are so changeable. I donβt know what I want. I just want something.”
How did you read my mind??
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@mindlessgamer619 Sigh…
Trix: “I would love to look out at the world and really see it; stop retreating into myself and help others breathe.” You help us breathe with every helpful post you put up (and there are a LOT of those). When you reach that day when you are finally free I will greatly rejoice.
(@Mindless: I read your comment on my post, thank you, and ditto.)
Thank you, freeroma. And I really appreciate you taking to the time to read my posts. Thank you. π <3
Trix, dear heart, secret admiree, gentle soul. I have so few words. I worry… I worry that the fear of a coming pain is worse than a present one. I worry… I worry that you will hate the future. I worry… I worry that I will lose you.
Oh how selfish I am!
Please forgive me.
@SeeSmith
I could say pretty much all of that right back to you, especially the last.
How are you today?
Ah… You asked… Briefly… Um, I’m a helluvalot better than my stepmom and dad. The former is losing her mind and the latter is losing all his joints. It’s hard to think of suicide when there is an immediate low level crisis that needs attending to. I baked three loaves of bread and they came out nearly perfect. Helped my dad pick out diapers. Killed some fire ant colonies. Yelled at some deer. The usual.
Wow… not sure what to say that. I guess not thinking so much about suicide is a plus.
Can’t believe you’d yell at a deer.
@Trixie
Chronic Fatigue Patients Push For An Elusive Cure
http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2015/10/chronic-fatigue-patients-push-for-an-elusive-cure/409534/
He was eating my tomatoes. The last fall batch.
Thanks for the link! Funny, I was just reading it.
I read respectfully and I know the roller coaster. I wish your pain vanishes in no time. Have you tried mindfulness meditation? It’s quite interesting. Keep breathing π
I have, yes. π I’m doing a couple of forms of meditation regularly. Thanks for the suggestion and kindness. π