an eternally new now

I’ve grown hesitant when it comes to writing about my emotional state. More often than not, I’m in a completely different headspace by the time I hit publish. It’s left me feeling like I’m perpetually waiting for a chapter to end before I have enough perspective to get something down. Days turn into weeks into months into scenes getting ever smaller in the rear-view mirror. By the time I have the words, I’m lost in a new scene again.

It hasn’t given me much of a chance to be mindful or present. I can only hope my camera will help me remember the details as they pass.

4/20 protest on Parliament Hill

The 4/20 protest on Parliament Hill this year was blessed with mild weather and smokable cannons.

Most recently, I’ve been having contiguous days that weren’t filled with misery or hopelessness, and the fact that I can make “days” plural is a small wonder. I can’t explain it on anything other than a new dose of anti-depressants — 2mg of aripiprazole to top off the 100mg prescription of desvenlafaxine I’m already taking — but I can tell it’s working. The bottom isn’t as deep when I’m feeling low. My reaction to any setback isn’t immediately giving up (on life). Being buoyed by two little milligrams feels like a cheap answer after searching desperately for meaning and reason for all the pain for so long, but I’ll take it gladly.

Taking advantage of this particular upswing involves window shopping, eating out, and picking up more responsibilities. I’ve even had the patience and motivation to start new projects, like a collection of Harry Potter charms for Heather. Working with my hands and exploring the interaction of new materials helped me feel like my old self; a person I’m anxious to meet again.

Harry Potter potion charms

Charms for Skele-Gro, phoenix tears, unicorn blood, Butterbeer, Gillyweed, Veritaserum, Wolfsbane, aging potion, Felix Felicis, basilisk venom, Floo powder, Draught of Living Death, Drink of Despair, Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, Amortentia, the last memories of Severus Snape, Polyjuice potion, and bezoar stones.

Even with the knowledge that the bottom can fall out at any moment, that I may yet again regress to the point where all progress is lost, I finally feel like I’m moving forward. Regaining the tiniest bit of independence has helped stay the sense of helplessness I’ve been trying to escape. Recovery is also getting easier; a testament to the fact that I’m a different person every time I pick myself up.

For so long, I wondered if I’d ever stop being defined by my depression or victimhood. Now I can view my disability as a phase. A dark period in my life, and not a permanent state until the devil takes me.

One comment

  1. You sound like you’re looking at your problems from a distance. That’s very encouraging.

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