I don’t know whether or not it’s completely situational, but I’m feeling less depressed. Yay less depressed!
Unfortunately, the situation is Ridiculously Sick Husband. The poor dear seems to have come down with a rather nasty case of gastroenteritis, which has left him bed/couchbound all week. Which means I’ve had to get my ass into functional gear… whups. *laughs* But outside getting my in-laws to do the school run in the morning (because it’s fucking dangerous for me to drive pre-caffeine), I’ve been up to the challenge. Laundry is clean, if not folded. Dishes have been kept on top of, meals have been made, childling has been fetched from school… and gasp, I’ve even risked a shopping trip or two. I’ve tended to avoid it since my pre-marriage shopping tendencies were like, $50 of ramune soda, a small mountain of pizza rolls, and a couple of pounds of gummi bears. Since I wasn’t accountable to anyone else, what did it matter if the food was nutritious and real, as long as I could get calories in.
So yeah, it could just be that having people to tend to is helping distract me, but as the husband has pointed out — even with my love of helping others and using it as a coping mechanism, I’m usually not pulled together enough to do it in any meaningful way. So that I’ve done it and kept my mood stable and not burned myself out terribly is probably a good sign that things have evened back out, though certainly, I look forward to zoning out a bit more and relaxing. Having said that, I think I’ve been sleeping a bit better, so that’s probably going a long way towards helping out.
Past that, continuing to quietly pick apart my psyche in useful ways. I hope to bring it here at some point in the future, but there are circumstances at current that make me hesitant to get into it. Suffices to say, there is good progress being made, and that my daily ruminations on my 750words.com account has been a most edifying and worthwhile effort.
Hope everyone is doing well out there!
I tend to think that whatever fits in my mouth = food, so I’m with you on the shopping. Even when they’re not “healthy” choices, calories = calories. It’s funny (peculiar), I often snap out of my worst bouts when other people are having troubles because YAY I can be useful. But better sleep is certainly a good sign, and I hope this means that all your work around writing & dealing with the Troublesome Person are bringing you some inner zen, because you deserve it– hang in there!
This too shall pass! 😀 And in the background, I’m making some progress on a big issue as well, though I’m not healthy enough to ‘come out’ about that yet. But I will some day in the near-ish future, and it will be glorious and painful and glorious.