Depression, Women, the Holidays and Hope.
Are you feeling happy, grateful, and excited, anticipating
the wonderful food and laughter shared with family? Or are you feeling stressed, anxious, and
tired? Possibly, and most likely, you are
experiencing a mix of emotions.
For those suffering from depression, the anxiety that accompanies the holidays can be unbearable. It can be frightening: the expectations, the money, the time…
….did I mention the expectations?
Contrary to popular belief, occurrences of depression do not increase during the holidays. However,
what is found to be true is that women are more likely to suffer from
depression than men.
From the National Institute of Mental Health:
- One in four women will experience severe depression at some point in life.
- Depression affects twice as many women as men, regardless of racial and ethnic background or income.
- Depression is the number one cause of disability in women.
Wednesday’s Woman is a space to honor women who are doing
great things, on a grand, global scale, or on a smaller, but not less
significant scale, in the home. For many
women, their greatest feat is getting out of bed.
Today, for Wednesday’s Woman, I am honoring all women who
are suffering and/or surviving with depression. To help me do so, I am grateful to welcome Kristen from the Preppy Girl in Pink:
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Hi, I'm Kristen from The Preppy Girl in Pink. I am a wife, a mom to two girls and work from home part time. I am not always strong but I am rarely weak. My daughters constantly remind me how good life can truly be.
Light in a Dark Place
It was hard to get out of bed today. The curtains were drawn to keep the street lights out at night but weren't allowing the natural light of the day in either. I hit snooze on the alarm clock again and again.
I stretched my arms, my legs and my back. I rolled over and faced the curtains. I had to force myself out of the bed and to them.
I pulled the panels apart and there wasn't much change in the light in the room.
It was another grey, cold, damp day. The days that make it hard to get out of bed.
Could I lie and say it is because of weather like this that I want to sink back into bed and enjoy the coziness of my bed? Yes, I could.
But I won't.
It is the darkness outside my window that awakens the darkness in the soul.
All of the heartache.
All of the doubt.
All of the guilt.
All of the pressure.
I know I should move one foot at a time in the direction of both of my two daughters' bedrooms. They need to get up and ready for school.
I can't though.
My feet move me back to my bed.
I tuck myself back in and feel alone as I lay in the fetal position.
I think to myself, 'Maybe I can just let the day go on around me. Maybe...'
But then I hear a giggle.
And then another.
I glance up and see the light from my 8 year old daughter's bedroom pouring into the hallway. That can only mean one thing, she is reading before the morning routine gets started. Her favorite way to start the day is with a book in her hands.
She calls out to me, "Mom, do you remember when Ron did this? He cracks me up!" and then reads a few lines from one of the Harry Potter novels that she is currently devouring.
She belly laughs this time.
And that is when I can feel the sunshine even when I can't see it.
That is when I turn off the alarm clock instead of hitting snooze again.
That is when I tell myself that I have two daughters that need me. They need all of me. Not just the person going through the actions of the day.
They need my heart. They need my soul. They need to see that I can keep the darkness out with the light they shine upon me.
And I need to allow their light in so that I can let my light shine too.
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Resources for coping with depression during the holidays:
Please know I am grateful for you. . . Happy Thanksgiving!
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