Since I encountered my first bout of depression about 25 years ago, my life has been characterised by the wearing of pyjamas, particularly those of the pink variety. The accessories of scruffy, towelling wrap and fluffy slippers (of various colours over the years) seem to suit the scenario very well. I am starting this blog today to write about some of the experiences I have had over the years and how they have affected my life. It is an attempt to try to rid myself of the stigma of having mental health problems and to start to feeling better. Hopefully, I can help others too, in the process.
I seem to have been in ‘pyjama mode’ quite a lot over the past few months probably because of the short days and long nights. Why bother getting dressed when you only decided to try to encounter life an hour before it goes dark? When I wake up and realise that I feel like a lump of lead, my brain immediately goes into overdrive trying to re-arrange my day along the easiest lines possible. Yes, you can perform a few household chores and answer the door when the postman rings the bell, but I suppose it’s not very good for your self-esteem. (Nor the postman’s, poor fellow!!) For this reason I have joined ‘The Black Dog Tribe’ http:/www.blackdogtribebeta.com and am hoping to have contact with the ‘can’t-get-out-of-bed’ and the creative tribes to reassure myself that there ARE others who find getting up and started so difficult.
Thank you if you have read thus far! Calendula x