CAUTION: The Demon Speaks Again

Some days I win, and some days I just want to gag my mind.  I don’t know how else to say it.  I know it is the depression coming through in brilliant Technicolor evil.  I just don’t understand how I can have a manageable day or two and then SLAM back into the corners of darkness, self-hate and doubt the next.  And shouldn’t a yellow warning sign pop out of my ear or something to let me know it is coming?

There is PMS to signal the start of Mother Nature’s flow.  There are warning signs and symptoms of a heart attack.  Stoke victims can even see the early warning signs to tell them it is time to call 911.  I knew two people who have seizure disorders and can feel them coming on.  And it is the job of service animals to sense those changes coming on in the body from many illnesses so you can get help.  Why not depression?

I had coffee with a friend yesterday and honestly had a laugh or two.  We talked and shared stories for over 2 hours.  I had some shopping to do and was pretty tired by the time I made it home, but had wonderful sweet treats to share with my family.  My amazing daughter suggested pizza for dinner so no cooking and minimal clean up sounded great to me.  Then as everyone went to bed and I was wired and tired … the demon peeked around the corner looking to see if it was time to strike.  And apparently it was.

She was there last night and I was able to keep most of her hateful words quiet.  Sitting in the dimmed light with my laptop it was a bit hard to argue the old – “You are ALONE again” story.  But I could rationally tell her others were just asleep while the pain of activity had me a little restless still.  No big deal.  I finally slept a little and was ready to great the new day with hope and endless potential.  She was barricading the door.

Pain woke me up at least a half a dozen times.  And when I knew the clock had ticked too far into the day for me to just TRY and find a more comfortable way to sleep… she was there with her evil grin to lead me into the day.

“You are worthless.  You can’t even work.  These pains will never leave you.  You will be on medications FOREVER.  Your friends never respond to you because it is all pity friendships.  Oh look… another friend gone from your friends list.”  And on and on she screams.

I had a brief moment or two before my daughter left for work when I almost smiled.  I thought maybe the demon is losing some strength… but she is strong today.  That is why I sit in front of my keyboard now.  I sometimes can write her out of my head and onto the screen.   Each keystroke a blow to her power and command over me.  Each negative thought emptied out of my head like a poison being extracted from a bite.

She is still here.  More important is that I am still here too.  I am going to put on some music (not that song “Happy” though… just so overplayed it is annoying now) find my cat and shut off the rest of the world and just BREATHE.  With any hope, my calm with send her chaotic madness back into the shadows… at least for a while.

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