Monthly Archives: October 2015

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Disheartened

In yesterday’s therapy session, I shared how I question whether what I see now in the midst of this depression is the truth or a lie.  I acknowledge that oversimplifies it, but I wonder whether my depression is hyperbolizing the problems. She asked…

For Richer or Poorer

Yesterday was our 4th couples’ therapy session.  Jeff, the therapist, explained early on that he has a template for the first few sessions.  The first session is about why you are there, the second session is about how you met, the next couple…

What would success look like?

Before I found out about my uncle, I had spent several days wondering, what success looked like?   Meaning, what would be an acceptable outcome from all of this:  the depression, the re-assessment of the relationship, work, etc. In no particular order: My career:…

Insight out

I cannot tell if I’m coming out of or going into a fog.  Depression undoubtedly provides a different world view.  The issue is recognizing which views are enlightening and useful and which are illusion. The last days have been spent jigsaw puzzling and watching mindless television.  These activities I have…

Word Familes

My Uncle Tom committed suicide this week. I left work early on Monday when I found out.  I stayed home Tuesday and most of Wednesday.  I attended a meeting on Wednesday afternoon and faltered.  Not so that you would know that someone in…

Frustration

In the past few months there have been a flurry of well written articles on female assertiveness, apologies, and anger, which have come to the forefront in part because of Jennifer Lawrence’s ,Why Do I Make Less than My Male Costars? We are…

Phew

Yesterday was a typical Friday for me: a blizzard against which you duck your head, cover your face, and press into step by step. The wind blows so forcibly you must lean into it to make progress. You both desire that it let…

Therapy

Yesterday Sandy and I met with our couple’s therapist for the second time.  The first session was largely laying out the reasons why we were in therapy: the creeping up of my depression, my general dissatisfaction but inability to vocalize it until this…

Medicated

I have recently related my relationship with Sandy to taking medication for mental illness.  When I met Sandy it seemed like the exact thing I needed.  My world was melting around me, and functioning was an an increasingly a high cost.  Sandy was so…

Roomies

I have a mostly cordial relationship with my body.  I wouldn’t call us best friends, but we’re like roommates who have grown to accept the others’ presence, even if there are times when one might want to “accidentally” toss the others’ prized cashmere sweater in the…